C12 Chapter 12

"TRISTAN ESTEFAN."

Beckett's mention of that name sent a cold and chilling feeling. The man, who was already in front of him, felt the same way too.

"W-Why do you know my name?" the man stuttered. "Who are you? Are you the one who kidnapped me—"

"Place that fucking towel inside his mouth again," Beckett said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "So fucking noisy