“I’M GOING TO KILL HIM with my bare hands!” Warwicke threw the newspaper down and resumed pacing. Fabiana was sitting at the kitchen table, strangely quiet, but her eyes looked haunted.
That i***t news reporter, Bratz, had just indicted her without any evidence. His poorly written work of fiction basically dared the police to arrest her for the crimes he’d laid out in the story.
“He can’t get away with this.” If nothing else he’s slandered Fabiana and her brother. Bob Honeybun walked over and took Fabiana’s limp hand, covering it with his large, warm fingers. “We’ll file suit against him, Fabiana. We’ll demand a retraction from the paper.”
She nodded, her eyes blank.
Dad Honeybun glanced at his son. His gaze told Warwicke he was concerned about Fabiana’s state of mind.
Warwicke sat do
