Augustine stepped into a small apartment, the air heavy with antiseptic and tension. Gustave met him at the door and silently led him down a narrow hallway into a bedroom.
"He was in too much pain," Gustave explained quietly. "The doctor had to sedate him."
Augustine approached the bed, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the man lying there motionlessly. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his head, his face pale and still.
"Did he say who hired him?" Augustine asked.
Gustave sighed, frustration in his expression. "He tried. But before he could say anything useful, the pain got worse. The doctor had to give him a sedative. I've already started digging—tracking who he met and where he went over the last few days. I'll find something."
Augustine's eyes darkened. A pit in his gut told him this wasn't a random accident. This was targeted. His thoughts immediately went to his uncle and Denis. He suspected that they were using Anne as a way to strike back at him.
