The table went silent.
“But if I had to guess who it was...” Navarro continued, looking at me.
I kept the nonchalant look on my face while lifting my knife an inch from the holster.
“I’d say it’s one of you two,” Navarro said as he pointed toward Long and Snyder.
Snyder stood and the two guards approached the table with their guns trained on him.
“I had nothing to do with this,” Snyder shouted.
Navarro scoffed. “So, are you saying it’s your friend?” he asked while throwing a nod at Long. “I’ve only known him for a few months, but I’ve known you for a few years.”
Long said nothing, just looked at Navarro and Snyder.
“I’m—I’m not saying it’s anyone,” Snyder said with his hands raised in a surrender posture. “I just think we all should calm down and not jump to conclusions,” he contin
