Chapter Sixteen
Blake
After a quick flight home, I tossed my suitcase in the corner, stripped down, and headed into my bedroom.
Three weeks in New York to battle my ex was an unexpected nightmare. Thankfully, the court was on my side, and I got clear of the mortgage—and of her.
My own bed never felt so good, and I didn’t remember hitting the pillow.
By the time I rose from my zombie state, it was well into the night. Eleven, to be exact.
I grabbed a cold pizza that Benny had dropped off earlier that day and settled on my couch to stare at the evidence that now took up almost my entire wall.
Blake: Sorry I left so quickly. I hope your neighbors didn’t think I was rude, but I couldn’t miss my flight. Been a rough few weeks. How are you?”
I fell back to sleep staring at the last victi
