"One of those bastards served only three years for raping a minor. Three years! Can you believe it?" Maggie spat, hatred burning in her voice.
She downed another drink, her gaze fixed on the exorcist sitting across from her.
It was an old restaurant — a place they frequented. Most of the time, Elijah met them there when needed.
The table was crowded with dishes. The aroma wafting in the air was tempting enough to make one's stomach growl.
Yet the people sitting at the table barely ate.
On one side sat Maggie, Yusuf, and Officer Selena. The other was occupied by Elijah, Alexei, and the pair of Anton and Chase — who, for some strange reason, insisted on tagging along.
"Just three? Both judge and that bastard are trash."
"Yes, they are."
Elijah's cold voice startled not only Alexei but the officers as well.
"Yo, even you get angry? I thought you only knew how to see goodness in every soul," Selena teased.
Elijah grabbed the glass of whisky and took a sip.
