Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I heard a rumble, and then heard Hannibal say, “If you tell them, then they’re going to try to go through official channels. They’re all police officers. It’s their job to follow the law. If you don’t tell them, then that gives us the chance to follow where the path leads.”
What he didn’t say was ‘and kill him and hide the body where no one will ever find him.’
“Oh,” she said, understanding completely now. Drawing a deep breath, she said, “They’re supposed to be here in an hour to pick me up. Everyone has to leave or they’ll wonder why.”
“You’re still at her place?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she hesitated. “Should I go?”
I wanted her to get the fuck out of there. Just the idea of her being in that house, now tainted with what we’d learned, gave me hives.
“No,” I said. “But let one of them stay there until you get picked up. The next time you go, I’ll be accompanying you.”
My phone made a strange sound, and then Folsom started speaking.
“So, I figured out why she was cremated before the parents got there,” Folsom said to everyone. “Legally, that shouldn’t have happened. It should be the next of kin deciding what is done with the body.”
“Okay,” I said. “Well then why didn’t they wait?”
“Because technically, Addison Carter wasn’t Addison Carter any longer. She was Addison McBride. Wife of Abraham McBride. They were married three months ago in a ceremony in Germany. He was the one who made the decision to cremate his wife. The reason the parents were able to go get the belongings is because Abraham McBride was shipped out to parts unknown. I’m currently working on finding out where,” she answered before I could ask.
“Married?” Addison squeaked. “She would’ve told me!”
“She wouldn’t have if she thought you might be in danger if you were told,” I guessed.
“Correct,” Folsom confirmed. “Going through her phone, there are hundreds of text messages threatening Ande and her family if she talked or tried to leave. Addison was terrified that he would make good on these promises. And, considering that he was a Major General… she believed him.”
That fucking little bitch.
“Hmm,” I said.
“I’ll bet he thinks he’s untouchable,” Ande murmured.
“He’s not,” I snarled. “He’s fucking not.”
Ande drew in a deep breath, then let it out. “Come home.”
I gave Winston a nod, and then we were leaving.
After hanging up with Ande, I took the seat next to Winston, and we discussed.
We made plans.
And we would go out of our way to make sure that they worked out the way they were supposed to.
Because we weren’t afraid to rid this planet of the filth that inhabited it.
CHAPTER 24
What if my soulmate is a girl, and I’m out here sucking dick for no reason?
-The last text between Ande and Addison
ANDE
Garrett was the one to pick me up, not Quinn.
I smiled and waved, even though I’d rather let the frown take over my face, and the tears continue to leak out of my eyes.
God.
The atrocities that my sister had experienced at the hands of a man named Abraham McBride…
I hoped that when he was found, the world was as cruel to him as he was to my sister.
“You ready, Freddy?” Garrett asked.
I caught up my purse and the journal, then nodded at my brother. “Ready.”
We walked out the door, and he frowned. “You didn’t get much done in six hours.”
I felt my stomach roll.
God, why did they all have to be so observant all the time?
“It was hard,” I said. “Going through her things…”
I let it trail off, knowing he’d get it.
“You’re not alone in this world,” Garrett said. “You lost your twin, but you still have every single one of us.”
And every single one of them had dangerous jobs.
Would I lose them, too?
I’d already almost lost Garrett.
“Thank you,” I whispered, even though the words felt like I was trying to speak through sawdust-covered vocal cords.
“Where’d your man go?” Garrett asked.
I gave him the condensed version of why Keene was gone.
“That’s… sick,” Garrett settled on. “I don’t even know what to say to that. Did he win?”
“I guess as much as you can win when it comes to someone telling you that they’re trying to charge you for elder abuse,” I admitted. “He doesn’t have any charges against him. But everyone in the area thinks he’s an awful person because he refused to help her.”
“He owes no one an explanation,” Garrett said. “Not me. Not Mom and Dad. Not the residents of Florida.”
I just loved my brother.
“Where’s Quinn?” I asked.
“He caught a call right before he was about to head this way,” Garrett said.
We drove to the funeral home, my eyes catching on Shayne’s old truck parked next to Quinn’s truck.
I couldn’t stop the small smile at the thought of them realizing they’d parked next to each other when we all left.