CEDRIC
"Cedric, can I ask you something?" Ferda said nervously.
"Hmm?"
"Hasn't it been too long? You still don't want to arrest him again? We know exactly where he is hiding, and we could easily just--"
"No," I stated, shutting her up.
"No?" She frowned.
"You heard me." I went back to punching the bag, my pupils turning into slits.
"I don't understand," she said, catching hold of the bag.
I sighed, stopping.
"That guy could create problems for us."
"No, he couldn't. I'm doing this to get to Imara, Ferda. And she'll soon find him. That guy, he's going to lead us right to her."
"What if he already knows that, and that's why he's not going after her? You know he could've easily got her help by simply howling. He's clearly steering clear from her."
"Yes, he is. But he is still our
