It was Halford. His face was swollen and beaten, his clothes ripped, but the final blow was clear. His throat had been slashed from ear to ear, the deep gash almost too clean to have been made in a struggle.
David's stomach lurched, a cold sweat breaking out on his skin. Halford's dead eyes stared out at nothing, a grotesque reminder of what happened to those who failed in this world.
David swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay composed despite the bile rising in his throat. This wasn't the first time he had seen death, but the brutality of it was jarring.
Carter's voice cut through the heavy silence like a blade.
"I see you found your way here, Raye."
