No Mercy, No Forgiveness

Wayne led Geoffrey toward the countryside of Small Town, talking as they walked.

“We found out Gareth’s travel route led here. After further investigation, we learned Maureen’s foster mother lived here during her childhood.”

Foster mother…

Amid the torrential downpour, Geoffrey’s eyes darkened as he suddenly remembered why the name Small Town sounded so familiar.

Maureen had mentioned it to him countless times!

Throughout their three–year marriage, whenever a holiday approached, she’d anxiously ask: “Geoff, I need to go to Small Town. Is that alright?”

Back then, Geoffrey never cared about Maureen’s whereabouts, nor did he ask her purpose for visiting Small Town.

He’d always respond with icy detachment: “Go wherever you want. No need to report to me.”

Despite his dismissive words, Maureen still informed him every time she went anywhere.

She rarely ventured out, and her most frequent destination was this very place.

Finally, they arrived before a dilapidated brick house.

“This is it.”

Wayne stepped forward, noticing the locked front door. “Why’s it locked?”

He glanced back at Geoffrey, who gave a slight nod.

Several bodyguards moved forward and broke open the door.

“Wait outside,” Geoffrey commanded.

“Yes, sir.”

Stepping inside, damp air rushed to meet them. The interior stood in disrepair, carrying the stale scent of mildew.

Maureen actually lived here as a child?

Geoffrey frowned, moving forward until his gaze settled on a black–and–white photo displayed on the square table.

His pupils contracted. He stepped closer, picked up the picture, and stared at it for a long time, stunned disbelief writ-

ten across his face.

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Maureen smiled with radiant serenity, embodying tranquil days. Yet her eyes held

less sorrow.

slowly before he slammed it

“Perfect!

you addicted to

“A funeral portrait!

kind of joke

the tremor in his

bedrooms and

held little else. Geoffrey

“Boom-!”

thunder, a flash of lightning illuminated the funeral portrait once

“Find

“Yes, Mr. Sutton.”

After Wayne left,

bodyguards too. He stayed alone, waiting for the homeowner’s return

wait lasted an entire

afternoon, the rain ceased. Voices from neighbors

had a daughter of her own. Finally raises a kid,

“Exactly.

remember Maureen, such a bright and sensible girl.

time Maureen came back, she looked like a different person–thin as a

and Maureen kept saying how wonderful her husband was. Wishful thinking! Married three years, never once brought her

felt a lump in his

never

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chair, drifting into a light

of Maureen

his eyes, silence and darkness surrounded

truly felt she’d never

Ten o’clock at night.

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were brought into her brick house for “questioning.” The room felt even smaller, crammed with black–suited

“Where are they?”

stood ramrod straight, heads bowed, not daring to glance at Geoffrey–who sat