In the pitch black, two dark red spots of light flickered uncertainly.
Surrounded by smoke.
Harry tossed away his cigarette butt, saying earnestly, "Dean, I do know a few things, but trust me, knowing these things is not good for you."
"It's precisely because I trust you that I'm able to smoke with you calmly," Dean said without looking at Harry, his head down as he fiddled with a bullet. "Harry, you know my personality; I don't like being lied to!"
"Alright," Harry said, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, sighing deeply. "Actually, I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I was afraid of getting you guys involved."
"I know who attacked Lincoln Farm!"
Dean was taken aback. He stopped fidgeting with the bullet and looked up at Harry in surprise. "Who is it?"
"Annan's brother."
"Annan?" Dean was even more astonished. "Harry, are you saying that the person who attacked Lincoln Farm is Annan's brother?"
