Chapter Sixteen
He took in the woodstove in the corner of his living room, which he’d lit after he got home, and sat the small box on the table before he climbed in the shower.
Tessa was still at Rita Mae’s. He’d kissed her and said he’d call her later, then left her there with her friend to talk about…what? He suspected Rita Mae wouldn’t tell her what had happened.
Since then, he’d received a text from Marcus saying he’d be at their mom’s in an hour.
He strode barefoot into the living room, his hair damp, wearing loose-fitting jeans and a long-sleeved black and white shirt. There, he opened the small box and took in the dried cloth.
He unwrapped the old switchblade and took it into the kitchen. In the sink was a bowl he’d filled with bleach, and he dropped in the knife, then strode b
