COLD BLOOD HOT FURY

Daniel Bowen’s heart felt like it stopped for a moment. His hand trembled as he gripped the phone tighter, pressing it closer to his ear. “What did you say, Marcus?” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“I am sorry, boss,” Marcus replied with a heavy sigh. “Yes, your son Leo is dead.”

The words hit Daniel like a hammer to the chest. He staggered slightly, leaning against the wall for support.

His throat tightened as he tried to breathe, but the air felt thick and suffocating.

For a moment, the noise of the world around him faded, leaving only the echo of Marcus’s voice.

“For about a week now,” Marcus continued, cautiously, “we’ve been investigating what led to your son’s death.”

Daniel swallowed hard, trying to keep control of his emotions. His voice was low and heavy. “What did you find out?”

Marcus hesitated, as if searching for the right words. “I’m very sorry, boss,” he said finally. “He was murdered. Killed in cold blood. We’ve been digging into it, trying to uncover who was behin
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