Chapter 64 The Bad Guy

• My thoughts were endless and created an uproar in my mind. The bottle of whiskey on the table was my companion as I trod this trail of thoughts, hoping I'd come up with something.
• I couldn't sleep last night. I stayed up, trying to figure out who the possible culprit was. The one who'd sold Vince off to the rogues. Who was it?
• The question stretched and echoed in my mind all night. And now this morning, I was still wallowing in it. But the harder I thought about it, the more confused and troubled I was. Because it's hard to think of anyone.