He looks into my eyes for another moment before finally nodding. Excitement bursts through me as I realize this is really happening—finally.
“All right, I’ll play along. I’ll help you provethe truth.Find the guilty party for Fox’s death.”
Fox was Reid, the sly, cunning one.
I grin, clapping my hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
“Now?”
He sighs when he sees the look on my face, looking down at the red head longingly. He whispers something in her ear.
The FBI can kiss my ass for all the shit they haven’t done the past two years. It’s time for us to take things into our own hands.
We exit the club together. I suck in a breath of clean air once I emerge on the street.
New York Citybrings a dark cloud over my mood.
My fists are clenched around the aircraft’s controls, knuckles white.
He’s my sister’s husband now, but I’ll always be her brother. Despite Fallon going temporarily insane and choosing to stay with a murderer, it’s time to tell Garrison the lengths I’m willing to go if he ever hurts her.
The wheels roll onto the private tarmac in New York right as sunrise breaks over the horizon.
I wish Kate were here to see this.
I impulsively snap a photo when the jet comes to a halt, hitting Send before I have time to think it through.
Not yours. Not yours.
She texts back quickly with the heart-eyes emoji, and I force myself not to respond.
“Never thought I’d see you whipped like this, Lynx.” Henrik observes from behind me.
I pocket the device. After landing the plane smoothly, we walk down to the tarmac.
I exhale a sigh of relief that the silver sports car I requested is already waiting for us. One advantage of having money is rarely waiting. It’s not the top of the line, but it will fit in with the area we’re traveling to.
Fallon and Garrison attend church every Sunday. I wonder if he feels a stab of guilt when they teach about Judas, the betrayer.
She told me yesterday that she already had a bachelorette weekend planned with a friend and would be gone until Sunday evening.
I roll up to the ancient stone structure as the congregation filters into the building. There’s valet parking. I let the kid take my keys before Henrik and I walk over to the Starbucks located across the street.
After being up most of the night from stress, I need the caffeine. I also want to confirm Garrison’s attendance before I go into the building. The barista makes me my Americano quickly, and I sip on it as I sit near the window.
There.
The sight of his blonde hair and broad shoulders sends red-hot anger through me. The sickening vision of Reid’s body thrusting forward from the gunshot flashes in my brain, as real to me now as it was in the darkness that night.
I’m going to be sick.
I force the air out of my lungs and back in for several beats as my heart rate begins to retreat to a standard pace.
Garrison enters the building, and I take a few moments to inhale slowly before standing up and following him into the church with Henrik on my heels.
“Let’s give him a chance to say his piece, Bradshaw.”
CHAPTER 37
