I furrowed my brows tightly, my expression turning cold in an instant.
“Nothing, Thomas. Let’s talk about the clues you found instead.”
My evasiveness made Thomas frown, the light in his eyes dimming little by little.
He looked like a dog caught in the rain, with drooping ears—aggrieved and pitiful.
I turned my head to avoid his gaze. “Didn’t the military doctor examine Owen’s injuries himself?”
“His lungs suffered severe trauma. He should barely be able to get out of bed right now. How could he possibly kill the strong and healthy Quartermaster?”
Thomas’s expression turned cold. He pulled a piece of paper from his jacket pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to me.
“What’s this?” I took it with both hands. Printed on it... were footprints?
“Where did you find this?” The pattern on th
