Jack Brooks moved with the terrifying efficiency of a thunderbolt.
First, a slap that sent blood and teeth spraying like a red mist.
Second, a brutal slam that introduced Ethan Wolfe’s face to the unforgiving oak table.
And finally, the coup de grâce. Jack pinned the idol's right hand to the wood and drove a steak knife through the center of his palm.
SHNK.
The blade bit deep, anchoring flesh to furniture.
This sequence of violence stunned everyone into a frozen silence. Even Ruby Jordan, who had witnessed Jack's brutality before, felt a massive shiver run down her spine. It was as if she had been plunged n***d into an ice cellar.
She stared at the knife quivering in Ethan's hand.
He really likes stabbing people's hands, Ruby thought, swallowing hard. First Mitch Lee with a fork, n
