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since seeing photos himself, he had barely managed to contain his fury.
Stopping to pick up the pictures, Granger wasn’t prepared for the shocking sight. His eyes grew wide, and his ears started ringing. Suddenly lightheaded, he stumbled back into a Queen Ann chair, collapsing as his legs gave out. “How…who…what….?” he stammered as anguish seared deeply into his soul. The photos slid from his fingers to the floor, and he slumped forward. “My God, what happened to her, and WHO did that to her?” he said in a choked voice as rage gripped his entire being.
An almost palpable silence hung over the room.
“You heard me, who did this to her!” he roared, then snatched up the pictures from the floor and waved them in the direction of Raidon. Looking down at them again, he found himself hoping it had all been a big mistake that that wasn’t his lovely wife he was looking at. But deep down, he knew it was. The photos were awful. Her eyes were swollen almost completely closed, and her entire face was more dull purple and yellow in color, than it was the natural, beautiful chocolate color he loved so much. Her nose had been broken, and there was a long, deep gash on her head. In another photo, he saw a large patch of her hair had been shaved, exposing the long row of stitches that had been needed in order to close the wound. There were stitches over her left eye, and above her upper lip. My God, how could she endure a beating like this and live? Thank God she survived… he thought as a raw and primitive grief overwhelmed him. He wanted to find out who did this, and choke the life out of him with his bare hands. After he had broken every bone in the person’s body. No matter what it took, no matter what it cost, he was determined to find the person responsible.
Unable to look at them any longer, he placed them back down on the table. “Who did this to her?” he asked again in a deadly voice, staring at the private investigator menacingly.
Without so much as flinching, Raidon returned the look with one equally menacing. “I thought you could tell ME that, Mr. Mortenson.” he said slowly and deliberately, the implication clear.
Instantly, Granger became more livid than ever. He had never tried to fool himself, he knew he wasn’t the nicest or most likeable man in the world, he was, after all, in a cutthroat business, and was ruthless himself at times. However, he would sever his own hand before he would ever raise it against her, or his son. No one could understand what she had meant to him, and still did. Cassandra was the one woman in his life who had loved him completely and unconditionally, without ever asking for anything in return other than his love. Before their problems had begun, she had taught him what love and compassion was. While growing up, he had never truly received love or affection from his parents, they had both wanted him to be hard, and driven, and feared that hugs, kisses, and praise were seeds of weakness. His father had wanted him to be as hard and ruthless as he was, and his mother had wanted a powerful, wealthy son who made people cower in fear. But Cassandra could soothe him with a touch, her eyes could calm the aggressive inner beast he had used to run people over countless times, in order to get what he wanted. She had made him be a better man, and then…..everything started going wrong. He may never have been the best at expressing his love, but he did love her, even now. “I’ve never laid a hand on my wife, nor any other woman, you understand me?" he said in a deceptively calm voice. “But when I find out who did this to her, I’ll kill him. Now, tell me, where is she? Take me to her, and I mean RIGHT NOW! ” he finished with a roar.
Raidon still had his doubts. From the man’s behavior it was evident that, like so many other wealthy, powerful men, this one wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted, and his mercurial outbursts had made him seem more like a man
Stopping to pick up the pictures, Granger wasn’t prepared for the shocking sight. His eyes grew wide, and his ears started ringing. Suddenly lightheaded, he stumbled back into a Queen Ann chair, collapsing as his legs gave out. “How…who…what….?” he stammered as anguish seared deeply into his soul. The photos slid from his fingers to the floor, and he slumped forward. “My God, what happened to her, and WHO did that to her?” he said in a choked voice as rage gripped his entire being.
An almost palpable silence hung over the room.
“You heard me, who did this to her!” he roared, then snatched up the pictures from the floor and waved them in the direction of Raidon. Looking down at them again, he found himself hoping it had all been a big mistake that that wasn’t his lovely wife he was looking at. But deep down, he knew it was. The photos were awful. Her eyes were swollen almost completely closed, and her entire face was more dull purple and yellow in color, than it was the natural, beautiful chocolate color he loved so much. Her nose had been broken, and there was a long, deep gash on her head. In another photo, he saw a large patch of her hair had been shaved, exposing the long row of stitches that had been needed in order to close the wound. There were stitches over her left eye, and above her upper lip. My God, how could she endure a beating like this and live? Thank God she survived… he thought as a raw and primitive grief overwhelmed him. He wanted to find out who did this, and choke the life out of him with his bare hands. After he had broken every bone in the person’s body. No matter what it took, no matter what it cost, he was determined to find the person responsible.
Unable to look at them any longer, he placed them back down on the table. “Who did this to her?” he asked again in a deadly voice, staring at the private investigator menacingly.
Without so much as flinching, Raidon returned the look with one equally menacing. “I thought you could tell ME that, Mr. Mortenson.” he said slowly and deliberately, the implication clear.
Instantly, Granger became more livid than ever. He had never tried to fool himself, he knew he wasn’t the nicest or most likeable man in the world, he was, after all, in a cutthroat business, and was ruthless himself at times. However, he would sever his own hand before he would ever raise it against her, or his son. No one could understand what she had meant to him, and still did. Cassandra was the one woman in his life who had loved him completely and unconditionally, without ever asking for anything in return other than his love. Before their problems had begun, she had taught him what love and compassion was. While growing up, he had never truly received love or affection from his parents, they had both wanted him to be hard, and driven, and feared that hugs, kisses, and praise were seeds of weakness. His father had wanted him to be as hard and ruthless as he was, and his mother had wanted a powerful, wealthy son who made people cower in fear. But Cassandra could soothe him with a touch, her eyes could calm the aggressive inner beast he had used to run people over countless times, in order to get what he wanted. She had made him be a better man, and then…..everything started going wrong. He may never have been the best at expressing his love, but he did love her, even now. “I’ve never laid a hand on my wife, nor any other woman, you understand me?" he said in a deceptively calm voice. “But when I find out who did this to her, I’ll kill him. Now, tell me, where is she? Take me to her, and I mean RIGHT NOW! ” he finished with a roar.
Raidon still had his doubts. From the man’s behavior it was evident that, like so many other wealthy, powerful men, this one wasn’t used to not getting what he wanted, and his mercurial outbursts had made him seem more like a man
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