LYKOAN'S POV
My anger boiled at the bullshit! The rage combusting within me made me feel my control slipping.
Calm, Lykoan, calm.
“That’s everything, I swear. It’s pathetic, really.” Tank reached into his black shirt pocket to take out a pack of cigars.
Smoking soothed his nerves, especially when Hogan wasn’t around to deal with my brooding aura.
Tank related, “Nia is perceived as dead. Their deaths resulted from two separate rogue attacks. Stanton was slaughtered on the roadside. A week later, Nia and her mother were attacked in their homes and dragged off to their deaths.”
“How many others were attacked that day?” I questioned with my voice low and steady.
“Just the two of them,” Tank muttered, blowing smoke through his nostrils.
“Any other injuries?”
“None, Boss.”
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