Hale backed against his desk.
His hands were shaking. His face was pale. The old-man act was gone. Underneath, he was just scared.
"You don't want to do this," he said.
"I really do."
"Violence won't bring your mother back."
"No. But it'll make me feel better." Outside, the leaves rustled, the wind seemed to know that things needed shaking up, I took a deep breath, I was pretty sure my veins were popping out.
I stepped closer. The tire iron was heavy in my hand. My knuckles were white.
Damon stood by the door. Watching. His gun was holstered. He didn't move to stop me.
Cade appeared behind him. Nellie peeked over his shoulder, She seemed to be whispering to him to talk some sense into me. I didn't need redemption, I wanted revenge. All the pain I went through, this past months, fo
