The video started playing on the television mounted inside church and the entire room fell silent so quickly that I could hear the hum of the old generator outside.
Saint appeared on the screen. His face was swollen, blood covered one side of his jaw and his hands were chained behind a metal chair.
My stomach twisted. Nobody spoke, nobody moved. The only sound came from the television.
A figure stepped into view behind Saint. Razor. He looked straight into the camera and smiled.
"Morning, Devil's Hollow." Razor said and Bones cursed under his breath. So Razor rested a hand on Saint's shoulder.
"You people really should stop sending spies." Razor said as Saint lifted his head.
Despite the blood and bruises his expression remained calm.
"f**k you." Saint said and Razor laughed.
"See
