Griffin looked at Jason, dumbfounded.
At this moment, the man who called himself a lobbyist finally understood the terrifying nature of post-traumatic stress disorder—it could turn a normal person into a madman.
“Don’t reason with a madman,” Griffin shifted his gaze to Edward beside him.
“Yeah, that’s right, just going to visit the councilor.”
“I haven’t formally visited him since I came to Newdeth City.”
That’s what Edward said.
Squeezed into the middle seat next to Jason again, Griffin shivered.
“Resolved?” he asked instinctively, but his voice stammered.
Jason didn’t respond but looked at Bansey and said: