Reign's POV
I stood there looking at Lorenzo as we sipped our whiskey. The girls were sitting on the swing that I f****d Landrey on a few weeks ago, and I smiled at the memory. Lorenzo cleared his throat, getting my attention.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I asked, having no clue what he said.
"Landrey, is she OK? I can see the bruises and the broken hand. Jerry did that to her?" he asked.
"Yes. He's dead now, shot himself, but we still need to find his son Dawson."
"Jerry was a no-good low life who deserved far worse than he got."
"What do you know about Mark O'Malley?" I asked. I knew that they were all looking into it, but I hadn't really had a chance to see if they had found anything yet.
"His brother."
"He has a brother?"
"Did. He's dead. How do you not know this?" he
