CHAPTER 71 Rifle

*Dorian*

We were at Oak Haven Park with a team of deputies and K-9 dogs searching for whoever took our cargo. I was with Nol who couldn't hide the rage he felt.

"This is your fault, Dorian," Nol snarled at me. "If you hadn't-"

"You were at the lab, several feet underground, playing mobster in that cute office of yours when this happened, Nol," I argued. "I was doing one of my duties as mayor of