Chapter 107: Shocking Truth, A Feast Tonight!_1

Outside the house.

A hunched man wearing a leather apron—the kind that hangs around the neck, favored by Butchers—stood with about fifteen or sixteen burly, middle-aged women, loosely arranged in two rows.

They saw Dean and the others emerge from Mrs. Haas's house.

The hunched man was about to step forward to greet them when suddenly, Robert, one of the muscular trio, ducked back into the house.

The hunched man's expression changed; he wanted to stop Robert.

But Dean blocked his path, eyeing him curiously. "You're Arthur?"

The scent from this man was so familiar, almost nostalgic.

The hunched man lifted his head. His brown eyes, unsettlingly like those of a hanged man, met Dean's. "That's right. Mrs. Haas said you were from the fire department. Apologies, but I know them well and I've never seen you before. I'll need to check your identification."

He sensed a kindred spirit in Dean.