Mick almost replied that what Wynn needed to do was to get out of his life and go back where he came from, wherever that was. It was what he wanted to say. It was the smart thing to say.
I mean, hell, he’s some sort of creature out of a bad movie. Trying to pretend he’s human when he’s really a vicious animal.
“But he’s not,” he whispered softly to himself, still looking out the window but seeing nothing but the past.
“I’m not what?” Wynn asked quietly, finally crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed.
“A vicious animal. If you were, you wouldn’t have helped Ralphie.”
“Maybe I thought he wouldn’t make much of a meal,” Wynn replied scathingly.
“Then you would have just left him there and moved on.” Mick finally looked at Wynn again. “You heard he was missing because you were th
