Chapter 373: The First Shot

Meanwhile, the Fouldes family's villa lay in a hush that deepened its air of desolation. The lights burned bright, yet Garry sat motionless in his study, as still as a statue. The cigarette between his fingers had burned down to the filter without his noticing. A moment earlier, Sawyer's men had brought word: Kendrick was dead, murdered by the roadside. The news struck Garry like a bolt from the blue, leaving his mind in a fog he could not shake. Kendrick had been his most accomplished son and...