Hearing the question, the voice at the other end of the line paused briefly.
"What happened?" Richard asked, his voice tight with anxiety as it filtered through the phone's speaker.
Davis frowned slightly. "She was attacked," he said, his voice controlled, revealing nothing.
A sharp gasp broke through the line. Davis could already picture Richard's expression—shock-stricken, pale, a hand probably pressed to his forehead.
"Impossible... Impossible!" Richard murmured repeatedly, as if trying to reject the news by sheer will.
Davis waited, calm but alert. Their paths had become intertwined through the same woman, and over time, Davis had come to regard Richard with the cautious but sincere respect one reserves for a brother.
"What exactly happened?" Davis asked, his voice steady but low with intensity. His mind was already set. He would get to the bottom of this. Whoever had a hand in it, no matter how deeply buried—would be brought into the light.
