A couple weeks ago, I would’ve had a biting response to that. Now, I’ve got nothing.

“I had another reason.”

I lift my head and stare at her beautiful face.

“He came to see me.” She wraps her right hand around her left wrist. “Right before he was arrested. I think someone had tipped him off and he wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to testify.”

“And he went to California to find you?”

“I’m sure he knew where I was all along. I never understood…how obsessed he was until it was too late.”

Oh yeah, this fucker definitely needs to die.

“Did he hurt you?”

“Not that time. Thankfully, he was arrested when he went back to New York. He’s been free on bail since then, so he didn’t bother me again.”

“Is that when you did this?” I ask, tracing the line on her left arm.

She nods. “Shortly after.”

He needs to die painfully.

Chapter Twelve

Z

Alex offered to load up his truck and follow Lilly down to the new house. I plan to meet them there later. First, I need to talk to Rock.

I shouldn’t be surprised, but church is letting out when I step into the clubhouse. Makes me feel like shit for missing it.

Rock seems to sense my grim attitude and motions me into the war room. Wrath’s less sensitive to my mood and picks me up in a rib-crushing bear hug. “Missed you, fucker. Your whole side of the table is empty. Fucking sucks.”

“Christ, without the three of us, what the fuck’d you even talk about?” I ask.

Rock motions for Wrath to shut the door. After we take our seats, Rock sits forward, resting his clasped hands on the table in front of him. “Honestly, we discussed what we’re going to do if this situation goes on much longer.”

“Jesus, Rock. I’m—”

He holds up his hand, cutting me off. “Not your fault. Teller’s stayed on top of his stuff. Sent me his numbers this morning.” He snorts and tosses a few pages my way. “Although his cryptic code is a bit hard to crack, I think it’s all good news.”

I glance at the papers and give up trying to decipher Teller’s scribbles and symbols almost immediately. “I think he watched too much Inspector Gadget as a kid.”

Rock snorts. “Maybe.” The laughter fades from his expression. “Murphy’s going to come up Wednesday and Thursday to work on a few things if you can spare him.”

Makes sense. Not as if Murphy can cover all his Road Captain responsibilities over email. “Yeah, whatever you need.” I glance at Wrath. “You doing okay at Furious without him?”

Wrath lifts his massive shoulders, as if he doesn’t want to admit not having Murphy around is a hardship. “Jake’s covering for him right now.”