Chapter 12

Henry opened his eyes.

Call it shock or death, he didn’t understand why he dropped to the floor. The warm breath fanning his arm made it known to him that he wasn’t dead.

He recognized the floor. He was still in Luther’s house. And clearly he wasn’t dead. He noticed some wet liquid on the floor. It smelt like iron. Then it clicked.

Blood.

He sprang up like one that had been stung by a bee. It was then he saw everything. Staring at the floor in front of him was Luther. He looked deadly. Ready to kill. His eyes glazed red and his nose flared. Henry followed Luther’s gaze and flinched. There was a dead man on the floor. He had blood oozing from the wound on his head. It’s his head. Obviously he was dead.

When Henry looked away, he faced Luther.

“Clean this up and all of you get out” he snapped and sat back in his chair.

The men walked out of the sitting room. They went outside and some of them carried away the body. Luther wanted to know where they would dispose of the body. On a s
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