Nick turned back to the photos and pointed to the last one. “This is one of the Consiliului, but we don't have any information on him. Not even his name, at this stage.”
The photograph showed a man who was muscular and well-built, his hair short and curly, his eyes icy blue. He was wearing a white t-shirt, a well-worn leather jacket over the t-shirt. The photo had been taken in a street somewhere, and even though it wasn't a clear photo, his eyes were frightening. Filled with anger and something else. Although I couldn't tell what it was, it was an emotion which was dark and dangerous. I shivered a little as I stared at the photo then glanced up to Nick. “He looks dangerous.”
“s**t, Charlotte, they all look dangerous,” Nick responded quietly. “They are all dangerous.” His eyes searched m
