Cracker’s POV
“If I kill him,” I growled out, as Jones closed the door behind him. “Can you be my alibi?”
“f**k that!” Grace snorted and turned to me again, winking. “I’ll help you bury the body!”
Jones and his buddies claimed that they had nothing to do with the attack! Wow, what a surprise! They even claimed that I must have hit my head or something, despite me clearly remembering him being there.
“Did you see a face?” Jones had asked with a smug, arrogant look on his face.
“I heard your voice, you i***t!” I retorted. “And no, you were all wearing ski masks.”
To that, he went on about a long lecture on how people sometimes thought the people who rescued them were the people trying to hurt them because they were traumatized. I just sighed and rolled my eyes at him.
“So I imagined y
