"Can you at least try to control yourself in front of me?" Ragan growled, his tone sharp as his eyes bore into Nolan.
Nolan gasped and quickly straightened up. "Ahem! Sorry, Father. All right, let's cut to the chase—what do you want from me?"
Ragan's throat tightened with anger, but he held himself back from exploding.
After calming down a little, he leaned back in his chair and asked, "Did you know that Zarak is dead?"
Nolan nodded slowly. "Yeah, I knew. Honestly... it was a shock."
He sighed deeply, his face filled with mixed emotions. Fate was strange and frightening. Somehow, his fat brother had just died like that, and it really didn't make sense.
Of course, that would only be the case if he hadn't been the one who did it. Since he was, why would he be sad about the fatty's death?
Still, to make sure Ragan didn't suspect him, he had to act perfectly.
Ragan studied his face, trying to tell whether he was faking it.
When he saw no sign of deceit, Ragan exhaled in relief.
