Brady
“See the one over there? He has the torn-up leather jacket,” Darrin pointed to one of the rogues at the site. He was missing an eye. Brady didn’t want to even think about what the guy went through. He looked…well, not like anyone he knew. The man wore a sneer, and just generally looked like he hated everything. “He’s the one in charge.”
“Looks like he hates his job.”
“He’s working for somebody. He comes once in a while,” Darrin’s eyes swept over everyone at the site. “Notice anything else?”
Brady looked around. “There’s no women.”
“They bring them once in a while, and,” Darrin looked at Brady, “dispose of them when they’re finished.”
Brady’s lips curled in disgust. “Are you serious?”
“They hate them. I think they killed their mates,” Darrin looked back
