Chapter Thirty-Nine
I swung the car into a hard one-eighty, earning a screech from the tires.
My foot hit the floor, and the Dodge lurched forward with a roar, heading downtown.
Teach hadn’t come back to do a job. He wasn’t hired to take out Kellerman. It was more personal than that.
It all clicked.
Teach hadn’t vanished, he’d fallen in love and started a family. He’d been living happily-ever-after in wide open spaces, and then it was all taken away. Luisa Quinto—the woman he loved—had been murdered for being too vocal, for digging too deep.
Murdered by Kellerman.
I knew what it was like to have your own world taken away, senselessly, violently. I understood the burning need for revenge.
The bomb threats, the phone calls, the deals between Kellerman and Harlon, they were all connec
