More than fifty people had died, but they were all undocumented immigrants from Mexico. Knowing how the United States operated, the story would stay hot for less than a week. Even the organizations that talked about human rights every day would suddenly become more forgiving.
Evan was the only person who could link the deaths to the Maya Gang.
From the moment it happened, Evan was a dead man.
He just hadn't realized it yet.
Geralt and Nancy returned to Black Pine Town.
"Home, or the Claw Restaurant?" Geralt asked.
"The Claw Restaurant," Nancy said.
She hadn't been home in three days, and her father hadn't even noticed. The thought left Nancy feeling hollow.
The car pulled into the restaurant's parking lot.
Geralt sensed something was wrong.
It was too quiet...
A lingering stench hung inside the restaurant. Many of the tables and chairs had been smashed.
George, Beth, and Ace sat there looking miserable.
"George!" Nancy cried, her heart aching.
There was a handprint on George's face, and one side had swollen up.
Geralt's expression darkened. George was one of the ordinary people he got along with best. She had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and he liked her.
But Geralt didn't ask questions right away. He joined the others in cleaning up.
"George, what happened?" Nancy asked.
She felt a little guilty.
Something like this had happened while she was away.
At first, George kept her head down and said nothing. She clearly didn't want Nancy mixed up in this mess. But Nancy refused to back down.
Ever since she'd seen Geralt stop bullets with his bare body, Nancy had grown bolder.
George sighed. "It was Terry. That bastard was selling his pills in the restaurant. I threw him out, and then the Maya