Chapter 215: Simple and crude

evening. On the side of the coastal highway, Ned Scurr leaned against the front of his Land Rover, gazing at the surging sea. Because it was on the east coast, the sea lacked the magnificent sunset and was not very beautiful, but it was spacious enough and refreshing. Killing. Conspiracy and calculation. Ned Scurr put it aside for the moment and concentrated on enjoying this brief peace. After every bloody killing, Ned Scurr would find a place to empty himself, get rid of the hostility in his...