"Len…?" He attracted Len's attention. The other person stopped stripping as he spoke. Claude continued, "Uhm… is it bad that I don't believe you? I mean… those guys from earlier are the same people who were inside their rooms when the fire broke out. The police ruled it an accident, but I…! I know you said it wasn't you… I just can't accept it with all of those coincidences…"
"If someone stabs Eugene, will you allow that person to go on scot-free?"
Claude flinched at Len's answer. Even his tone was different from earlier. When Claude looked at Len, the man was only sitting cross-legged on the bed. His reddish eyes were on Claude like he was a criminal to the pack.
