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Mr. Hank.

Mr. Hank's POV

"Didn't you bloody say that you took care of that girl?!" I yelled into the night as I kicked the man in front of me for the tenth time - no, was it the fifteenth or the twentieth time already? The man was bruised all over. His cheek was stained with droplets of blood that he wiped with his face every time he tried to evade my kick, but I gave him no chance to do such a thing.

"Chief, I was sure I-I killed her." He trembled on the floor where he lay.

I had no desire to listen to his lame excuses whatsoever. The amount of fury that was burning in me was enough to make sure that I would murder the man before the night was over.

Claire! That wench!

She was known for always poking her nose where it didn't belong. That was how she caught me killing one of the ladies who worked at the cafe with me. Actually, she really didn't work at the cafe. The girl was one of those who had been assigned with special deliveries while disguising as if they were also working as waitresses.

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