Chapter Seventy One
It was a little past one AM and as Mandal rumbled down N. Las Vegas Blvd in her pickup truck, heading for the morgue buried in the tombs of the police building, each passing cars headlights felt like licks of acid eating her mind away.
Between bouts of tears spilling down her face and anger boiling in her temples she now knew that her old life had returned, seemingly having been in hibernation, waiting, waiting to poke its violent eyes directly into her face, hopefully one last time.
Nothing made sense, yet everything pointed to one thing and that thing was that the man she adored was a killer.
Even for a genius, though a troubled and crazed one that she was, two and two made four, though tragically.
Everything spun wildly through her head as she drove. The paintin
