Chapter 60 Devil's Anger
- At home, Becker paced from one corner of the living room to the other. His anger knew no bounds. But deep down, he could tell there was a heavy touch of frustration gnawing at his soul.
- “ Damn it!” He cursed under his breath and let out a very long sigh.
- Walking to the glass table, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey like there was anyone going to stop him from taking it.