“We can"t get a cab.” Kam mutters, stone faced.
“Why?”
“I can"t say. Brock is on his way.”
I glance up at the officer leaning casually against his car. Of course, it must be none other than Mr. Smith. The same douchebag that gave me a ride when I was covered in Breanna"s pee. I hope his car still stinks. A casual smirk sits on his smug face as he stares at us, waiting to protect and serve. I feel like they"re wasting their time. They"ve been following us around watching, yet somehow everyone I care about is still dying. My loved ones are being picked off one at a time then discarded like rotten apples.
I can handle most of the law enforcement on the case, but there are a choice few who seriously rub me the wrong way. Officer Smith is at the top of the list. I even asked Phil if he woul
