Hearing his real name drains all the color form his face. He'd suspected, but hearing it made it so much worse. He'd never had a chance. Briggs died for nothing. He freezes the moment the knife touches him, his heart thundering in his chest.

"Odin Rossi," the name is off his lips without hesitation. If his hunch was correct, it wasn't a lie. Not exactly. "He refu--" He cries out, his explanation to cover the lie cut off as the knife hit its mark. He fought, just for a moment, scrambling for the knife hand. But it doesn't last long.

His last thought was that maybe, just maybe, he won't trace it back to the house. Not without Briggs' real name.