The sheriff arched a brow at me. “Sure did.”
“Was an autopsy performed?”
He shook his head. “No.”
Interesting.
“Where was she buried?”
“Next to your father.”
“And I assume she got a proper burial?”
He pursed his lips as he studied me. “Only the basic formalities were undertaken, I’ll tell you that.”
That was still more than what she deserved, which was absolutelynothing.
“Right.” I sniffed and pushed my messy hair away from my face. “So, to what do we owe the pleasure, then?”
The sheriff again lifted a brow, and glanced between Jayce and I. “So, it’s ‘we’ now, is it?”
“Let’s just cut to the chase, shall we?” Jayce stated, and I realized that his posture was rigid.
Sheriff Solo chuckled. “Well, if we’re being blunt,” he said to us, “then let me be open and tell you that I have a proposition for the two of you.”
I looked at Jayce, who in turn looked at me.
“A proposition?” he asked carefully.
“One that comes with your immediate release from this prison,” Sheriff Solo added.
I scoffed. “Go fuck with someone else, Sheriff, because I sure as hell am not in the mood.”
“I’m not here at 4 in the morning to crack ajoke, Dorran. I meant what I said, so you can either choose to listen, or I can leave right now and save my time and energy.”
“We’ll hear what you have to say,” Jayce piped in, then sent a quick glance my way.
I wanted to glare at him, but realized he was right in wanting to know what the sheriff had in mind. The two of us didn’t exactly have much to lose anyway.
“Dorran?” came the sheriff’s voice.
I blinked and cleared my throat. “Yeah, let’s hear it.” I gave him a nod.
“Perfect.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed one ankle over the other. “So, how does killing for cash sound to the two of you?” he asked casually, like he hadn’t just thrown a fucking grenade in my direction.
“I’m sorry,what?” Jayce said, appearing thoroughly bewildered.
“Told you he was fucking with us,” I muttered.
“I’m really not,” the sheriff countered. “You’re good at what you do, and that’s exactly what I need: the best there is.”
“I didn’t realize I was auditioning to be your puppet when I killed my mother,” I told him.
“You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Didn’t you?” added Jayce. “Because it kinda sounds like you did.”
“We didn’t kill for passion, Sheriff,” I said, then clenched my jaw. “We killed because it wasnecessary.”
