Chapter Thirty
“I know it’s you, Darcey. I finally figured it out. But it begs the question…why did you do it? Why kill Zoe?”
“What the hell is going on here!” Mickey yelled. “And what are you doing in my apartment?”
“I’m a detective, not a vampire. I don’t need an invitation,” I remarked. “And this woman is responsible for the shitstorm outside, so if you’d prefer I leave her here to finish you off, that’s fine with me.”
“Stay out of this, Thomas,” she snapped. “You’re no boy-scout yourself.”
Here she was about to execute this poor bastard, and I realized it; she was correct. I’d made plenty of bad decisions, most of them recently. Mickey was no saint either; the legacy of a family that built its name on murder and corruption. Perhaps he did deserve to be punished. Perhaps we both di
