Chapter 163. Subtle Stroke

DOVE

The pain had begun, especially when I saw the bloodied interrogator come into the dining room with the body of the famous thief. He was wounded, so I guessed it was going to be a very difficult fight. It was not often that Larry had such scratches. His face revealed that something had happened to him; he had some kind of sadness about him or something that I could not tell because he had no feelings for me.

“You got the job done,” said Jacob, not at all impressed with the body.

“There’s no point, really; it was not anyone important,” blurted out Larry in a very affected tone. He was silent, which was not normal for him either.

“Did something happen?” I asked as I felt the fragile tension; his behavior was not as usual.

“He confessed some things to me.” He addressed Jacob directly, seeming in a hurry to tell everything he knew so he could leave. He must have had a hard time in his hunt. “They are planning an attack on the city, a small strike, I tho