Max drove a solemn and quiet Nathan back towards his house. He knew exactly what had happened; he’d been in this business too long not to. But he waited patiently.
“I’m off the case,” Nathan finally spoke.
“I figured as much,” Max replied. “You get why, don’t you?”
“I do,” Nathan said earnestly. “And to be honest, I’m glad. Those things Mitch found. Some of the things Mikel wrote about her. Max, I read a couple of them without thinking it through first. Just working my case, you know. But they were bad. Really bad. Twisted, sick. As soon as I read those things, I knew. I knew that if I had any opportunity at all, I’d kill him without hesitation, and to hell with my badge and the case both.”
“I know,” Max said. “I wouldn’t hesitate to either. For Bella, and for Manfred. So, it’s probabl
