Liam had spent the past hour cleaning up his house, taking a long, refreshing shower before ensuring that every trace of blood was erased. His place had been a complete mess after everything that had gone down, but now, it almost looked like nothing had ever happened.
As soon as he was done, he had sat back on his couch, waiting for Dickson to arrive.
When his best friend finally showed up, Liam didn't waste any time.
He told him everything.
From the day he had first killed those three men in his own house, to the brutal encounters, the gunfights, and every single body that had dropped since then.
By the time Liam was done talking, Dickson was stunned.
Completely speechless.
For a moment, he simply stared at Liam, his mouth slightly open as if trying to process all the insanity that had just been dumped on him.
Then, slowly, he lifted his hands and began counting on his fingers.
One. Two. Three.
Then four. Five. Six.
He kept going until he ran out of fingers.
