Alpha Devon Vale;
The third shot misses. Not by much.
But enough to cause my blood to boil.
The ball teases the edge of the pocket and rolls off course, drifting uselessly across the table before coming to a stop.
I grit my teeth as I stare at the ball.
I just stand there, cue in hand, staring at the missed shot in growing annoyance.
Behind me, someone clears their throat, and my jaw tightens instantly.
Not because of the sound, but because of what it represents.
Another report. Another waste of time.
…Another man standing behind me with nothing useful to say.
I straighten slowly, placing the cue down with precision that doesn't match the nager I can already feel forming.
"Tell me what you found that I do not already know," I say, my voice dangerously flat, as I stare up ahead.
Silence follows in place of a reply, and I raise a brow.
Just when I'm about to snap, he speaks.
"Alpha Devon… we continued the investigation, but…" He begins, but trails off.
