Gunshots

At Kieran’s warning, the atmosphere in the room turned ice cold. The merry scene became chilly in an instant.

Everyone froze like a statue with their glasses in their hands, not even making the slightest movement.

Starbeck threw his glass onto the table, his face turning extremely pale. He backed up a few steps as if he had stepped on a snake.

The bloody-red wine splashed onto the table and dripped onto the floor, the sound breaking the spell that had come over them.

"Impossible! I just got this from the kitchen!"

Jack looked at Kieran, and then at the glass in his hand. He did not dare drink it.

Unlike the prison guard, the rest of the team did not doubt Kieran’s words. They all believed him. Lawless, who had a good relationship with him, Starbeck, who had hired him, even competitive Zywane did not question him.

They knew that Kieran would not lie in such a situation. A lie would have easily been detected.

"We can try it and find out, or get a specialist," Kieran said.