Chapter 63
The rogue's body was still warm, with foam at the corners of his mouth. Whatever poison had been used worked fast and left no room for last-minute confessions.
“Professional job,” Maria observed, crouching next to the corpse. “Military-grade poison, probably triggered by a delayed-release capsule he swallowed before the attack.”
“So someone made sure he couldn't talk,” Mason said grimly.
“Which means someone knew we'd try to interrogate survivors.” I wiped the blood off the ceremonial knife, my hands still shaking slightly from the adrenaline crash. “This whole thing was planned down to the smallest detail.”
Mason's phone buzzed with an incoming report. His expression darkened as he read it.
“What now?” I asked.
“The two rogues we captured during their retreat are also de
