Chapter Sixteen
There was something strange about showing up at Mark’s because he needed her to check in on Lucky, and having the key to his place because he’d told her to take it and keep it. It seemed they were morphing into something that shouldn’t have felt this easy.
She closed the door of her brand-new Nissan, taking in the older cottage Mark rented, knowing he was dealing with some pretty heavy s**t that she was still trying to wrap her head around.
The murder of a monster.
She had to remind herself that it wasn’t okay for someone to take the law into her own hands. But when a man could use the law to protect his crimes… She wondered when it had become so easy to use a contract to cover up a crime. In reality, how much had the law become a tool to silence victims who should neve
