Chapter 37: Headless Thoughts

Morgan listened, as he often did. This Moorehouse was all too eager to talk, and all too eager to prevent any more pain from being delivered upon him. Morgan had seen his type before, all too often, in fact. They were the kind of men that could easily be classified as ‘bullies.’

The kind of men who loved to lord over others and demand that his will be satisfied. Never once actually willing to get their own hands dirty, which applied to most of them.

But Moorehouse was the other kind, the kind that like to lie in wait, hoping for someone else to screw up and make a mistake, so that when it happened, he could push them down and take the credit for ‘fixing’ it.