111: Reeked of Blood

He raised an eyebrow and walked over to a cabinet, retrieving two glasses. As he reached for a bottle of bourbon, I felt a surge of anger. He believed he could control me, that much was evident. "Your father is a close friend of mine, but I couldn't risk informing him. He's not a good actor, and I couldn't be certain he wasn't involved with that damn murderer who killed my son. Your death had to appear real. When you disappeared, I truly had no way of knowing if you were still alive." The man trembled like a leaf.

"Or whether the monster, Axel Movino, would hunt me down and kill me for witnessing the murder of your son, all because of something you did?" I shocked him again, his hand trembling.

William seemed to regain his composure, pouring two glasses and approaching me. When I declined his offer, he simply placed them on the counter. "I'm not working for Axel Movino. I have no idea who gave you that idea."

"You know exactly who suggested it. Maybe both you and my father were in o