G FELT BURNING RAGE in his heart as he viewed the live video feed. He followed the sociopath’s hands as it moved along his wife’s face, feeling utter disgust and loathing.
Queen wasn’t showing fear, even though she was tied up and was being roughly handled. Her hair was a fine, frizzy mess; one cheek was turning blue, and God knows where else she might have been hit. His heart ached to hold and comfort her.
Michael’s hands cupped the sides of Queen’s face to keep it straight forward for G’s viewing pleasure.
‘I need you to gather all the evidence and bring it to me, including Andrew’s phone.’
G’s attention was focused on Queen’s eyes. She was rapidly blinking ... saying something to him ... communicating with him ... reaching out to him, silently, stealthily, cleverly.
C E L ... M P .
