Forty-Eight
Injustice
Though I fell asleep last night sobbing in Finan’s arms, I’m awake this morning already exhausted—but with a renewed sense of rage.
I will rid Thalia Island of the vermin that have infested her.
Starting with Kelly Lockhart.
I apply collagen under-eye strips to combat the purple pillows that sprouted overnight—honestly, I still have a shred of pride—and then Finan and I call a weary Rupert, who then adds Wes to a second call. Finan recounts everything we witnessed from Mt. Magnus, and I try to power through the part about them sacrificing that poor raccoon. A few tears slip out, especially when Humboldt whimpers and drops his head in my lap, and the fury of what I would do to anyone who hurt him sears my chest.
“I’m waiting for a call from my forensics guy about
