Kyle leaned back in his chair, arms stretched above his head, a lazy smirk tugging at his mouth as he watched Mark across the precinct.
It wasn’t hard to see it.
The way Mark’s entire world seemed to revolve around Veronica Summers and her kid brother.
It was pathetic, really.
Mark had no idea how easy it would be to rip that fragile little world apart.
He just needed to be patient.
And careful.
Kyle drummed his fingers along the edge of his desk, casting a casual glance toward Mark, who was still frowning down at some paperwork, his mind clearly elsewhere — probably thinking about Veronica.
It made Kyle's stomach twist, but not with anger.
With excitement.
With anticipation.
Because soon, Mark wouldn’t be hovering around Veronica anymore.
Soon, Veronica would be alone.
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