Death of a Judge
Rubbing his eyes, Edwards's worries increased. Cob was dead. Rath was accursed of this act as he was recovering from a removed bullet that entered through his forehead in a jail cell.
Studying the passage, he was entering in the ledger. A knock came from his door interrupted his writing.
Getting up, "Coming," walking towards and opening the door, "Yes."
A fist slammed into his face, sending him backwards into a table. Hands grabbed his robe and lifted him up. A fist went against his stomach. He was thrown against the stone altar. Turned around, a forearm pressed against his throat.
Entering the room and closing the door, "Bravo to this show of brutality," said the clapping figure walking towards the pinned Edwards.
"Marlin," chocked Edwards.
"Good you remember."
"How could I forget you turning against the order?"
"Those old men worried about keeping their position in society. Their power was used to keep their bones warm at night," picking up the ledger from the floor, "Where's Ferisulf?"
Color left Edwards's face.
"My master's not happy that Ferisulf disappeared. Since it seems that a couple doorways have been opened," flipping through some pages, "Not talking. Fine. Death doesn't care," placing the ledger beside Edwards's head, "Death please note what he says as his tongue is ripped out," walking away.
Unsheathing a knife, light reflected off the blade as it inched towards Edwards's mouth.