Perhaps if Sullivan had been oblivious to the cunning ways of the one before him like the rest of the world and Anna was, he would have considered the 'worried father' excuse a good reason to appear at the accident scene. But Sullivan was no fool. He knew the man through and thorough.
His insides were filled with rotten innocent corpses and his brain infested with nothing but the next most horrendous way to make a world that isn't his, a pawn at his fingers. The few seconds of mute that followed stretched on so far Stephen could have sworn he had been in pain for several hours.
Sullivan wasn't saying a word. His finger was still resting on the trigger. Any more pressure and it would be another bullet in him. Stephen knew the words wouldn't move him but the man needed to remember that no matter how much hatred he had for Doningman, they shared blood he couldn't rinse off his veins.
