Chapter Thirty Six

There went a loud awkward silence as we waited for him to answer my question.

I knew if I had allowed Janet to do the rest of the questioning herself, Benson would either die, before or after he'd answered the questions. Janet is a merciless fellow, she can be very brutal sometimes. So, I made sure to avert it.

When he was done wrapping his coke, he lit it, drew a long smoke and puffed it in the air as he relax on his seat, looking at our faces one by one, Mercury was looking very cold. A lot had happened in a short period of being a Marshall.

"I am, Karl Sullivan's brother, but precisely, Archibald's descendant. I have a son at the Marshalls. He must have met you guys. His name is George Anderson. I use to be a very good friend of Karl in high school untill he took a turn I never liked, but I kept him close, not letting him to read me or what I was going to be up to. Wealth comes with violence they say and I knew if I ever tried talking him out of his plans, he would have me killed,