James’s POV.
Even after the long walk home I still don’t understand why she would throw me out like that. Regardless it simply won’t work for me.
I’m glad I decided to ignore my very gray morels while I was high and paranoid and put the cameras in Molly’s apartment.
Logging into my computer I pull up the live feed, finding Molly cross legged with her knees to her chest rocking back and forth. The dark blue and purple bruises scattered along her shoulder and back shimmering under the yellowish lights.
Anger boils in me, burning me from the inside out. I imagine the death of whom ever so boldly touched what belongs to me and only me.
I click into another screen and rewind back through the day, pausing when I recognize the fur coat, 45 minutes after our meeting at my office.
I grit
