Allen
Sometime late January …
I hated Constance for whatever she had done to me. For whatever voodoo dark magic she’d cast. For that, I’d lost nearly everything. There were so many trials moving forward that were out of my jurisdiction because they were all out of state. A trial wasn’t needed for Keith and Black Jack because both were dead. So, I highly doubted I would be involved in any kind of trial since all other precincts had their own evidence to hang their criminals.
My superiors had been angered, yet again, by my lack of follow through. They had been interested in capturing Keith and Black Jack, but once I’d opened my mouth about others in the US government and such also being involved, that had taken precedence. And thanks to Gabriel, all that
