17
Silas
Silas sat unmoving, staring straight ahead as though unaffected by the prosecution’s opening statements.
But it was awareness of the man seated beside him, the scent of strawberries and vanilla bodywash filling his lungs that knotted his insides tight with pain.
Troy hadn’t returned his calls or texts since the morning after that Lennon fucker’s wife had found him dangling from a rope around his neck. While Silas hadn’t lied about physical involvement, he’d definitely played a part in the man’s suicide.
It had been a few carefully placed words in influential men’s ears and one favor called in to a man who Silas had s**t on that had led to the r****t’s financial ruin he’d mentioned in his suicide note.
Silas’s heart lay heavy in his chest as he put on a confident face for tho
