The expression on Caesar’s face changed to that of a sudden mask of terrifying, snarling fury.
“What the hell’s this?” He demanded harshly. “Why did you bring this here? I don’t wanna see this bastard face,”
Dvorak licked his lips. He began to sweat. The cold and demure and anger seething out from Caesar reached out to him where he stood.
“I know this man very well, sir,” he said.
The anger on Caesar’s face disappeared. He leaned back in his chair, surprised.
“What?” He muttered and pointed to the paper on the table. “You know him?”
Dvorak nodded.
“We were kinda close,” and he went on to give Caesar a blow by blow account of everything that happened between him and Victor. When he was done, Caesar was incredulous.
“For Christ sakes, why the hell are you just telling me all these? Why didn’t you say anything all this time?” Caesar exploded.
“Well, for one I thought it wasn’t really necessary. Also, and most importantly with you opening up to me, I felt I shouldn’t hide anything from you,” Caesar stared at Dvorak for a long moment, then he drew in a long, slow breath.
“Alright, it’s fine,” he said finally. “So Victor stayed with you for some time right? When Dvorak nodded, he went on. “And you feel he betrayed you because you don’t know he was a werewolf despite him living with your family, eating your food and enjoying your hospitality?” Dvorak nodded again. “And because of the death of your family who were killed in Devils Wept, somehow you feel Victor is part of it. You feel he’s also responsible and you want to avenge your family by killing him?”
Dvorak cleared his throat.
“Yeah, something along that line,” he answered.
“Well, I will put it along that line,” Caesar responded.
Dvorak inclined his head.
“Well, I hold that bastard responsible. That sonofabitch has got to pay. He deceived me. A bloody werewolf was under my roof and I don’t even know. Christ! I’ve been waiting patiently for months now, my big hands are itching to close around that sucker’s neck. I’m gonna fix him. I swear to God I will,” he finished, breathing heavily, his face purple with rage.
Caesar smiled, it wasn’t a nice one.
“What if I tell you I know where Victor is right now, at this fucking moment?”
Dvorak's jaw dropped. His eyes bulged out of its sockets.
“Yeah! I know where that sucker is.” Caesar said and he went on to tell the story of what had happened between Marianna and Victor. When he was done, a horrifying shock was plastered on Dvorak’s face.
“Fucking hell! So the rumors were true about Selena leaving you on the altar?”
“Dead on the nail,” Caesar said.
“And Victor was responsible for this?” Dvorak went on, a thoughtful expression on his face. “The news about what Selena did was all over the town when I got back here. No wonder I didn't see Victor in the house where I had left him before I left with my family. The bastard hightailed it outta town. Only to end up in your cabin all orchestrated by your sister?” Dvorak grinned wickedly. “Wow! This is all very interesting, sir,” Caesar inclined his head, and Dvorak went on ''Hmmm, no wonder Victor tried to reach out to me. He called me for a week straight but I didn’t pick up. When I got back into town and I saw his poster all over the town, that's when I knew he had fooled me. I believe he wanted snarled me up into whatever problem he had caught himself and for that reason I didn’t pick his calls”
“Good thing you didn’t get yourself mixed up again with that fool,” Caesar grunted.
“What don’t we go get him now, sir?” Dvorak said excitedly. “We’ll take some Fur Hunters with us to that cabin and lit that wolf bastard!”
Caesar grinned evilly.
“Patience, Mr Zimmmerman, patience. Like I said to Hatton, there’s something going on with Lionel’s death. There’s something I want to figure out first. I’ve got a hunch about this whole thing. Once I get my facts, we go get him. Until then, we’ll wait,” Dvorak nodded vehemently. Caesar went on. “Now, go tell Dutch to fix up that cell as we await the queen of Fur Rivers,”he jeered.
Dvorak nodded, grinning mischievously and he went out of the room. Caesar watched him go, and he picked another cigar, lit it, and watched the end begin to burn furiously.