A moment of silence fell in the old warehouse as neither of them spoke for a while. Each had their own reasons for the silence, with the hostage wondering what Hugo might do next.
"If there's a bomb, where is it now?" Stephen finally broke the silence in a hushed voice.
"I defused it when I saw him attaching it under the car," Hugo remarked casually, his eyes fixed on the man. "It's not a complicated improvised explosive, so no need for an expert."
Stephen and the man looked at Hugo in disbelief. They shouldn't have been surprised, knowing Hugo was equipped for battle with grenades. Still, it was shocking to hear it.
Especially for Stephen, who had known Hugo since childhood.
Did Charles know about these details, or was it Stephen's fate to keep secrets about Charles' sons?
"But that's not the point," said Hugo. "Since it's meant to kill you both, uncle, things could get complicated if it didn't happen."