Hamilton went straight towards Vincent’s waiting room after threatening that crazy werewolf and snatching the handkerchief from him.
‘That bastard was one hell of a lunatic. Why the hell was he even trying to frame Vincent anyway? Just for fun? I don’t think Vincent managed to piss anyone off when I was with him the whole time,’ Hamilton was screaming in his head and running all the possible scenarios as to why that werewolf would target Vincent.
He furrowed his brows and wondered to himself, ‘Or was there any other reason behind targeting Vincent? What would he have achieved if Vincent was accused of murder?’
He sighed when he couldn’t think of any other reasons besides that werewolf being a pure evil who relished causing chaos and hurting others.
‘Either that or he actually wanted to start an interracial war by lighting a spark tonight. What better way to start a war than by planting the seed of doubt between both races?’
