Guilt

"How is she?"

Key knows what Dave means. "She looked gloomy and often kept to herself."

"Is it true? Is everything safe?" asked Dave, pouring his whiskey into a glass with legs.

"Everything is fine; it seems there hasn't been any movement from the enemy. Key took the whiskey bottle in front of Dave, making him glare. " This time, obey the doctor's orders. Dave just snorted.

"How's Aldo? Is he still silent?" he asked.

"He keeps claiming he doesn't know anything; the man we killed yesterday paid for him. Unfortunately, they both remained silent. Actually, who is our enemy? Both France and Robert seem fine."

"Could there be another enemy?" Key asked again.

"No, my feelings are telling between the two of them."

A knock on the door woke them both up. "What is it?" asked Dave sharply to one of his bodyguards, who had just entered.

"We've got someone for you," he called out, causing Dave and Key to look at each other. After kee