Chapter 31
“Well this isn’t good.” Alex said standing next to Nick and Colin in the holding cell with Mark Diesel. A very dead Diesel. The man’s throat had been slit.
“How did this happen?” Nick barked at an MP cowering from the doorway. Nick was in a black mood and no one could blame him. It had been less than eight hours since diesel had been apprehended and now he had been murdered.
“We don’t know, sir.” The MP stuttered.
Nick whirled around, his dark eyes boring into the poor man’s. Alex had been on the receiving end of those dark looks. He knew firsthand what that MP was feeling. “What do you mean you don’t know. When did you last check on him? Why wasn’t someone posted here around the clock?”
“I last checked on him an hour ago. He seemed alive then. As to around the clock we did
