I had a feeling if I did, my life would get harder.
Except, when I hesitated, he shoved me in using his baton straight to my back.
I gritted my teeth and moved forward.
It was either that or get the shit beat out of me again, and I was barely healed from the last time.
Correctional officers didn’t take kindly to cop killers.
I had so many concussions that sometimes it was hard to come up with the right words.
I was probably going to die of brain damage.
“Justin Arquette,” a rough voice said. “Come have a seat.”
I looked up to find myself staring at a man with salt and pepper hair, steel-gray eyes, and a short, trimmed beard. He was dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and motorcycle boots.
I’d never seen him before, but it was more than apparent he knew me with the way his smile grew wide upon the sight of me.
“Who are you?” I asked.
He smiled. “My name is Apollo.”
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My body came with a lot of terms and conditions I did not agree to.
—Birdee’s secret thoughts
Birdee
Thank God for small-town police stations.
Otherwise, I didn’t think I could make this happen.
I had only one goal.
Get a meeting with the woman that I’d once called Mom.
I had to talk to her and see what she knew.
The thought of her ruining Mable’s life any more than she had…
My eyes blurred as the police station transformed into a hotel room. The hotel room was small, outdated, and was in desperate need of some new carpeting.
Carpeting that was soaking up the blood.
So much blood.
Rivers of it.
Oceans.
It rose up from the pale brown carpet to slowly rise over my new shoes.
I loved these shoes.
They were perfect for the winter.
