Grimm's thoughts: I knew it. I fucking knew it. I should've wasted that asshole back at the apartments. Never ignore your instincts! That fucking rat, he's probably on his way back to whatever scumbag he calls "master" right now, HE'S DEAD, THE NEXT TIME I FUCKING SEE HIM, HE'S DEAD!!!
Grimm's hand closes on a beer mug, crushing it and spilling glass and beer all over the floor.
"Greem? Are you ok?" Wulf asked. He got no response.
