Chapter 40: Give Me Half An Hour

"What's happened to Edwin?" Harlan shot to his feet, his face taut with alarm. The servant, pale and trembling, stammered, "Mr. Harlan, you need to brace yourself." "What?" Harlan strode over and smacked him hard across the face. The servant staggered back. "Brace myself, my ass. Spit it out!" He waved a trembling hand toward the door. Four men carried in a stretcher. The person lying on it had a face so swollen that he looked like a pig, mangled beyond recognition. "Who the hell is that?" Harlan...