Re: Inside the Building
Council Vontrell Griffin II looks up at Merlyn from behind the oak desk, a steely determination in his dark brown eyes. He runs a hand over his smooth, bald head and takes a deep breath.
"You must be here to kill me. I guess I have to thank you for your timing; my oldest boy is out tonight. I wouldn't want him to be home for this." Griffin says, his expression resigned.
"Are my other children dead?" he asks.
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