He nodded and let out a whoosh of air. “You’re right. I need to focus on finding out who helped Asylum. I think we need to start with his friends.” “Then let’s do it.” “I’ll get my tools.” And just like that, his entire demeanor changed as he rushed from the room to get his tools from his room. His hammer. His favorite skinning knife. His razor blades. They’d get the job done or we would. I wasn’t a good guy either, so I went to my room and grabbed my own tools. The night was about to get lit.
