The detective whips his gaze over to us. “You’re both sure?”
Max and Jared, in unison, bark out, “That’s the killer.”
“See that birthmark?” I say to the detective. “It’s an exact match to what I remember seeing. The shape, the color, everything.”
“He’s the one we had our eyes on. We’ll start by holding him for questioning,” the detective says. “He’s been on the run for years, and he’s wanted in connection with several shootings. He’s changed his ID, gone underground. He had some help hiding.”
“From who?” Liam asks.
“He’s a gang member.” The detective shrugs. “Their network is large and goes beyond New Orleans. He’d come into the city and then disappear again. His father’s the head of the gang, so he’s connected.”
I stare at the guy through the glass, at the man who took my father’s life without thinking twice. A careless, cruel act that killed one man and changed the lives of his four children.
I want to kill him myself. Because no matter how long he goes to jail for, it won’t change what he did.
I’m done with this. With all of it.
“I’ll meet you outside,” I tell my brothers.
And then, I go find Winter.
Chapter 20
Ifind her waiting for me on that same uncomfortable metal chair she was sitting on when I left.
“Hey.” I sit down next to her and take her hand.
All I want to do right now is touch Winter. Just like that horrendous night when my father died, Winter is the only person who can calm me when I feel like I’m going to explode.
“What happened?” she asks me.
“I ID’d him,” I tell her. “We all did.”
Her blue eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“Yep. They’re holding him for questioning. So I’m going to pray they can pull a confession out of him.”
She throws her arms around my neck. “Thank God.”
I relax into her embrace. I pretend like I’m comforting her as she cries a little into my neck and then kisses me twice on the lips. Of course, we both know that’s a lie.
Winter’s taking care of me. She always has.
She raises her eyebrows. “You know what your brothers are going to want to do now, right?”
Shit. She’s right.
* * *
“You can still seea lot of the city,” Jared says. “They haven’t built a tall building to block the view yet.”
Liam, Max, Jared, and Winter all crane their necks in the direction he’s pointing. I don’t bother because I’m too busy looking up at the sky. The big, orange sun is sinking below the skyline, and the view is prettier than any building.
The five of us are sitting on the roof of my childhood home. Our legs dangle off the ledge. The roof is flat over the outdoor patio, and it’s a one-story house, so we’re only about six feet off the ground.
Max passes me the bottle of whiskey that all of us except for Winter are sharing. I got her to take one shot, but after that, she said she’d leave the drinking to the four of us.
“It’s so wonderful you were able to keep this house,” Winter says.
