Chapter 28 - Zach
WHEN JAKE HUNG UP THE phone, I was shaking with anger and grief. I was still standing on the front porch of Lionel’s house, staring at the street and the other houses. It looked like a normal day: cold, chilly, no one outside. It looked completely innocuous. I had a hard time believing that just behind me lay two dead bodies.
I’d given myself a few minutes to wallow in the shame of having my father and his girlfriend killed by my supposed brother. Jake and I had grown up together, and this was how he’d repaid my family. He didn’t give a s**t about my father. He didn’t give a s**t about me. He only cared about himself, that rat-faced bastard.
“Jake, you are fuckin’ dead,” I mumbled under my breath. I could just see him now: conniving and sneaky, the same asshole he’d al
