CHAPTER EIGHTEENThe past few days had been hard for Grief. His daughter was an emotional wreck, having lost her fiancé and unborn child. He tried his best to console her, but his efforts did little to help. She had gotten so bad off that he was contemplating on having her sent to a psychiatric hospital. This was a big decision that he had to make, so he figured he’d take the time to think it over before he settled on exactly what he wanted to do. In the meantime, he was going to spend the rest of the night toying with the surveillance footage to see if there was any clue to who it was behind the r**e and murder of his wife. He’d promised her as he stood over her coffin that he’d kill whomever was responsible for her death, and he’d be damned if he broke that promise.
Grief sat behind the
