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Chapters (95)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-One
  56. Fifty-Two
  57. Fifty-Three
  58. Fifty-Four
  59. Fifty-Five
  60. Fifty-Six
  61. Fifty-Seven
  62. Fifty-Eight
  63. Fifty-Nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-One
  66. Sixty-Two
  67. Sixty-Three
  68. Sixty-Four
  69. Sixty-Five
  70. Sixty-Six
  71. Sixty-Seven
  72. Sixty-Eight
  73. Sixty-Nine
  74. Seventy
  75. Seventy-One
  76. Seventy-Two
  77. Seventy-Three
  78. Seventy-Four
  79. Seventy-Five
  80. Seventy-Six
  81. Seventy-Seven
  82. Seventy-Eight
  83. Seventy-Nine
  84. Eighty
  85. Eighty-One
  86. Eighty-Two
  87. Eighty-Three
  88. Eighty-Four
  89. Eighty-Five
  90. Eighty-Six
  91. Eighty-Seven
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. Also by David Swinson
  95. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

I sip the wine, look at Leslie. Her heavy hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Her lips are closed, but she always looks like she has a bit of a smile. Unaffected. So pretty. I want to kiss her on the cheek. I do. She turns, shoots me a real smile, then leans over to give me a quick peck on the lips.

I notice a marked cruiser turning the corner, slowly driving the block our direction. The driver’s-side window is facing us. Gets closer, and I notice he’s a 10-99 unit. The window down with his arm hanging out like he’s enjoying the thick humidity. He slows down even more as he passes.

Leslies waves, and I shoot him a thumbs-up.

He just turns slightly toward us, gives us an odd, flat glare, speeds up, and takes the next right.

“That’s rude,” Leslie says.

“Maybe, but you gotta give him a break. It’s tough being a cop now, not knowing who’s out to get you, destroy your life.”

The delivery guy arrives after a few minutes. We go inside, find a mindless action-adventure movie on cable, eat, and drink more wine.

I know she’s worried. Hell, I’m worried. I should be more concerned with finding out who killed Jeffrey. But here’s the thing I can’t get my head around: Why was Jeffrey murdered in my house? Someone knows we’re connected. Someone’s pushing a pin into me.

Sure, Leslie wants to talk about it, but she knows me well enough to know I’m not gonna talk about it now. Right now, I want my focus to be on her. Tomorrow—well, that’s a fucking new day.

When I wake up beside her in the morning, I realize I didn’t do any blow the whole night. I slept soundly. Her company kept me from craving, kept me from worrying.

Twelve

Twelve

Before stepping out of my car I scan the area, check for newspeople or anything suspicious. When I get to my porch, I stand and listen before unlocking the door, like I’m worried that whoever murdered Jeffrey will come back.

I lock the door behind me, sit on the sofa, and light a smoke.

I check the Fox 5 app on my iPhone for the news.

Jeffrey’s mother is already in town. It’s a top story. I drop the phone on the end table and lean back on the sofa, try to rest my eyes.