Roxy was feeling guilty and he didn"t like it. He helped John push the cop"s body into the river and as it sank the same feeling stirred in his gut. It could easily have been Rachel they were dumping that night. The thought didn"t settle with him.
There wasn"t an honest soul in his line of work. Thieves, murders, backstabbers; he ticked those boxes himself, without even thinking about his associates, but there was one thing he couldn"t tolerate. He"d rather be dumped in a river than work with a r****t. Maybe it was growing up in a brothel, or just having strong women around him all his life, whatever the case, that was Roxy"s line and he had nearly crossed it.
He stared at the watery abyss until John flashed the car lights impatiently. Before he could pull away–which he"d done before–Rox
