The man before him had a buzz cut and a square face. He had a cold expression on his face and there seemed to be a cold glint in his eyes. It made one's heart tighten.
Everything was exactly as Ray remembered.
He let out a breath. "Have you been well for the past two years?"
Frank walked slowly into the living room. "Not so good."
Ray seemed surprised. "Why's that?"
Frank: "Maria is dead. Lisa and Frank Jr died too. Right in front of me."
"What happened? Come, sit down and talk."
Frank: "No need. I just wanted to ask you a question. Do you know Blacksmith?"
Ray frowned and pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "I've never heard of him. What does he do? Where is he active? I need to know this, so that I can check."
Frank fell silent.
Ray looked at him, the gun behind his back moving slowly. "What's the problem, Frank? Tell me. I'll do what I can to help you. Since we're old comrades… ugh?"