Osgood already had the guard's statement memorized by the time he tracked him down at the pack's medical wing, three stitches closing the cut along his brow, still rattled from the fight at the textile building.
"Walk me through it again," Osgood said, pulling a chair beside the bed. "Everything. Don't leave anything out because you think it's small."
"I already gave a statement to Wade's people."
"Give it to me now." Osgood's voice stayed even, but there was no room in it for refusal. "How he moved. How he fought. Anything he said."
The guard exhaled, resigned. "He moved like he'd done it a hundred times before. Fast, controlled, no wasted motion. I got one good hit in and he barely reacted to it." He touched the stitches on his brow. "Could've killed me easily but didn't. He just kno
