01-03-2018, 12:02 PM
Ivan felt fuzzy, trying to process everything Alex was saying. Knowing Vega was Atharim- had covered stuff up- was one thing. Specifics was something else.
And part of it seemed familiar. He leaned forward, intensely focused- well as focused as he could be after a shot or five. "Which case are you talking about? Nox, you mean?The murderer?"
He couldn't help the disquiet or churning in his stomach. Hopefully that was the tequila.
And part of it seemed familiar. He leaned forward, intensely focused- well as focused as he could be after a shot or five. "Which case are you talking about? Nox, you mean?The murderer?"
He couldn't help the disquiet or churning in his stomach. Hopefully that was the tequila.