Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Sophie reached out and clasped Colby's hand.

Colby might have looked indifferent on the outside, but deep down, he was all heart.

The staff they had just encountered must have been with Colby for quite some time.

Whoever was pulling the strings behind the scenes was playing dirty, aiming to make them crumble by watching their own people end up behind bars, one by one. "I'm okay."

Colby's voice was low and steady. He tightened his grip on Sophie's hand and said, "Let's check the back room."

Sophie nodded.

The back room was a mess, littered with cigarette butts and filled with lingering smoke.

Sophie had seen these machines before in Summerfield.

She recalled when Odie had taken her to a construction site, boasting about building a den of sin.

After a moment of silence, Sophie said, "Looks like Odie's got his hands all over this."

In Summerfield, nothing moved without Odie's say-so, including these machines making their way to Devonport.

Colby gestured to the people outside, "Take everything to the station."

"Yes, sir!"

has been open for at least a month. That means, even before we went

felt a gnawing

they were being played, led by the nose by someone who had them completely in his grip. Devonport,

the cargo

delivered, the foreman pointed

exchanged wary glances

take a look, one of the workers suddenly held a knife to

"Don't..."

the crate, instead of machines, there was a smashed device and

took off his cap, looking utterly out of place

contrast to his

demeanor. Content belongvele

Who's

voice carried a

begged. "I swear, I don't know anything! I'm

"Not talking?"

for you

"Wait!"