ace thought carefully about his next words. He knew he had to do the right thing, but the content of the letter still lingered in his head as he feared the worst.
The edges of the documents in Jace’s hand had soaked with sweat from his fingers. His fingers clenched tighter as he read the same name over and over again, hoping the ink would change into something else, something less threatening.
Dave Black. A cloud of memories filled his vision, and none of them were pleasant. He slowly lowered the paper down on the desk and looked up at Gabriel, who sat stiffly across the desk. His eyes remained steady and unreadable.
“Dave Black…” Jace muttered aloud. “I thought he was dead.”
Gabriel shook his head. “I thought so too, but apparently, he's not. He disappeared, never died, many never bel
