George and Cain, An Intresting offer

"Boss, a man says he's got information about your brother," a bulky bald man said to a massive man with a square brown face and a black tank top with the image of a skeleton with a cigarette, sitting around him were other buff men and some women. the room was stuffed with hazy smoke.

A low table dominated the middle of the room and the ashtray was filled with exhausted cigarettes, surrounding the ashtray were wraps of paper with a golden brown powder that matched the particles at the nostrils of a few guys.

Deep creases formed on Cain's face, no one had come to him about his brother for months, why was it now that he had captured the culprit, who was an absolute screamer. Cain had even begun to doubt if the cop could kill his brother, the cop was just too weak-willed for detectives of his kind.

He had even begun screaming before they touched him, how stupid. "Send him in," Cain said after some thought, it was already clear that the cop wasn't the culprit.