The door creaked open, shedding a sliver of white moonlight. Nabis had made up his mind. He would give whatever strength he had left to tell the truth.
What did he have to live for anyway?
His wife and children were gone. His career had been flushed down the toilet, his reputation destroyed.
He wanted for a crime he didn't commit. All because he trusted the wrong man.
He coughed, pulling his hand back, holding it under the light. Ha, he grinned at the red coated hand that stared back at him.
He might not make it tell the truth. To clear his name.
Auto and Frankie came in just as the man drew a labored breath.
Frankie noticed the blood spilling from his mouth immediately.
"Is he?"
Auto turned on a light.
"f**k," he swore.
Nabis' grinned. "S-sorry to disappoint you."
"You bastard
