Chapter 808

Donovan picked up his phone and examined the photo again. His head felt heavy, a dull throb pulsing behind his temples. He rubbed his brow, remembering how that international massacre had caused a massive stir. The Valantian and Malithornian police had investigated it for years; every known accomplice had been arrested. If Chris had truly been an associate of that drug lord—if he had actually taken part in that massacre—he should have been brought to justice long ago. There was no way he could be moving around freely as a lawful citizen. Subconsciously, Donovan was looking for excuses. In the past, anyone he didn't trust was immediately discarded. But when he thought of Chris' performance—the tacit, almost soul-deep understanding they shared in so many situations—he simply couldn't bring himself to let go. He had long grown accustomed to having Chris at his side, a second pair of hands and a second brain ready to shoulder any burden. He didn't want to negate everything over a seed