Vincent's POV:

"What a noisy pest," I spit, glaring at the lifeless body riddled with bullet holes and slumped over the shaky old table. Blood swamps his body, dripping onto the floors.

It's been a while since I was last in this room. It still looks the same. Gray walls, gray floors, even the lights are gray. The smell of blood and cleaning liquid hangs in the air, unpleasant and stale. There are no windows, only two cooling vents.

A nameless associate of the man who I acquired Silver Brass from — Herbert Montgomery.

The same man who arranged to have Penelope drugged and publicly unmasked. His motives are lost...