“I think I’ve found her.”
Victor Worthington sat up straight, gripping his phone tightly.
“What? Seriously?”
His stepbrother laughed. It was a low, menacing sound. Victor held back a shudder. Although Evan came in handy, particularly when Victor had a job he didn’t want to get his hands dirty with, he could never fully trust him. There was something wrong with Evan.
When they were young, pet rabbits and dogs had started to go missing in their neighborhood. Victor knew it had something to do with Evan, although his father had never suspected his stepson as the culprit. Evan’s mother, Victor’s stepmother, might have known, but she would never accuse her precious son of doing anything wrong.
As they’d grown older, Victor had found ways to use Evan’s lack of a conscience to his advantage,
