Seth drove furiously, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
The encounter at the detention facility still echoed in his mind—the look on Miguel's face, the damning evidence, he couldn't take it. He needed to hold someone responsible for this mess, and he knew exactly who.
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BRIDGET'S HOUSE
As he pulled up in front of Bridget’s house, Seth’s rage was barely contained. He stormed out of the car, marched up to the door, and pounded on it with clenched fists.
The door opened slightly, revealing Bridget’s startled face.
“Seth—”
Before she could finish, Seth pushed the door open, grabbed her by the throat, and slammed her against the wall. His grip was firm, his eyes wild with anger.
“What do you know?” he growled. “Tell me everything you know about
