126. Taboo

126.

David's POV.

"Can you tell us exactly what went on here, Mr. Truman?"

The commander asks, wanting to take note.

I'll be the last person to reveal that what occurred an hour ago is a mafia war.

Resolved to seal the secret, I shrug.

"I don't how to explain how it all started, commander. But I'm thinking those are thugs, seeking some kinda attention." I say, my face deadpan.

"Did you perhaps see any of their faces?" He asks again.

Fuck yes, I did.

It's all imprinted on my mind.

Anton's. Peter's.

It's all living rent-free in my head, I nearly growl but instead, I offer.

"Commander, what happened was a flurry of shootouts and shits. Couldn't see any of their faces."

The commander looks weak at my vague answers. It's better he is.

"Okay, Mr. Truman. We'll make more investigations about that." He says and I nod lightly.

The other sheriffs are scouting the place, looking for evidence to find but I know better.

Mafias don't leave a trail you can find them with.

Their shi