C8 The plan

The office stank of leather and smoke. James followed Ricky into the dim room, his guts churning. The fire crackled, throwing weird shadows on the walls. Outside, the wind howled like a banshee.

Ricky darted in like he couldn't wait to get this over with. James hung back, his chest tight with grief and anger. It felt like some monster was clawing him up from the inside.

Their old man, Victor