Chapter 286
I swallowed. The memory of the bird made my stomach turn. "A dead bird. With a crown of white flowers. Like a bride."
His jaw tightened. His hands clenched around the paper. For a moment, I thought he might tear it apart. But he took a breath and folded it carefully.
"Who do you think sent this, Dafa? And what's their purpose?" I asked.
He was quiet for a moment. Then he set the note down on the desk and turned to face me fully. His eyes were dark, calculating. The soldier in him was taking over.
"I have a few possibilities," he said slowly. "But I need you to tell me everything first. Every detail. The man who delivered it. What he looked like. What he said. Anything unusual about him."
I thought back. The image of the man was still fresh in my mind. His cold eyes. His expressionless face.
