Chapter 173 Puff Of Cigarettes

• "Can you at least tell me how he died?" Brandon demanded, his voice shaking as he shuffled uncomfortably in his seat, the cold handcuffs biting into his wrists. Every breath felt heavy, suffocating.
• "He was poisoned," the leader replied casually from the front seat, never bothering to look back. His focus remained on the iPad in his hands, as if discussing Ethan’s death was just another part of his job.
• Brandon’s heart felt like it stopped. Poisoned? The air in the van felt thick and choking now, barely enough to keep him from spiraling into full-blown panic. "Poisoned." The word rang one too many times in his mind. Ethan was supposed to be waiting for him, alive, full of life and love. The idea that someone had deliberately harmed him—taken him away—was excruciating.