200 Puzzle Skin III

Two days later, Jackson Detectives Agency.

Marco turned to Levi; the two of them sat inside the Agency. The serious look on the blond's face Marco couldn't deny concerned him; he was obsessing. Not the usual. This one he was well aware of was personal; he had been very clear about that.

Revenge.

That's the word he chose, but the question remained in the bearded man's mind. 

Revenge for what?

His eyes remained on the blond, who sat in silence—lost in his thoughts. He and Anna had been pulling a lot of strings. They had been exchanging hushed conversations, something very private. Something that didn't involve him.

The slicked blond's mobile rang, and he picked it up in a flash, stepping out of the room before Marco could even say a word. He returned minutes later.

"Levi," Marco called, trying to catch his attention.