The room seemed to grow colder as Noah's gaze sharpened, yet he still said nothing.
The silence was almost suffocating, forcing Lionel to continue.
"After that… the shooter tried to fire again, but the gun jammed. He gave up on it, patted down Leo, grabbed the gold bar, and ran. The rest of the gang followed him."
"He didn't bother to finish Leo off, because he thought he had hit in the heart,"
"How do you know that?"
"Johnathan said, he heard him laugh and rap, 'I ain't Cupid, but I let the bullet fly,
Put a hole in your chest, now you heartless... so why cry?'"
Noah's fingers tapped the armrest in slow motion, his expression was unreadable. "What about Johnathan?"
"Johnathan took cover as soon as the gun went off," Lionel said, his voice faltering slightly. "He didn't come out until the attackers were gone. He knew staying out in the open would only get both of them killed."