Kendrick's POV
The air inside the villa basement was cold enough to sting my lungs. My boots echoed across the concrete as I moved ahead of Mason and Kelvin, each step heavier than the last. I didn't know what I was expecting to find down here, but it definitely wasn't going to be something good as Zain had called it a surprise.
A strong metallic smell hit me first, and when I got close enough, I saw the figure of someone on the floor.
The retired special forces soldier Gary had hired now laid sprawled on the dirty floor like a discarded object.
Blood pooled around his head and soaked into his shirt, the deep crimson almost black under the dim single bulb hanging from the ceiling. His eyes were still open but there was no sign of life in them.
Kelvin cursed under his breath, Mason's jaw clenched so tight I could see a vein pulsing from his temple.
