Cracker’s POV
I was growing entirely too anxious when Prez and Grace ran late. I’d already been at the club with Steel when Cobalt called out and gestured the news. Grace’s face was plastered all over it, claiming that she’d murdered someone.
Rage boiled in my blood, and I swear that if my leg hadn’t been broken, I’d marched right up to Sheriff Jones and killed him myself. However, Steel and the others – after they’d all apologized for their behavior, and I let them stew in their own sweat for a minute or two – reassured me, that with the video of Jones at our house and the evidence I’d gathered, Jones wasn’t going to be able to do anything.
We just had to keep Grace safe until they found the man running this operation…
I know that they were trying to be helpful, but my patience with t
