Grim Assumptions

KILLIAN

I slumped in the chair in Gunner's office and dragged my hand over my face. “A lot of rumors and nothing solid,” I mused, glancing at Gunner and his two men, who had just entered the room, placing the latest reports on the desk.

“You should get some sleep,” Gunner said, walking over to me and patting my shoulder. “We will check the rest of the leads ourselves.”

“I wanted to have at least one concrete piece of information before I return home,” I told him. “But this? It's just more and more frustrating.”

Gunner narrowed his eyes at me, then snapped his fingers, telling his men to leave the room. Once the door closed behind them, he turned to me. “Mind telling me what's going on? Your thoughts are clearly elsewhere, and this ‘frustration’ has nothing to do with the interrogations.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I'm not sure you want to hear about my… relationship problems.”

He chuckled, grabbing a chair and sitting in front of me. “Always happy to hear you out. As a once-mar