Where's Molly (Cat and Mouse, #2.5)

by H.D. Carlton

For sitting in that diner with me and talking about cannibalism until Molly’s story was born

He who was once a rapist and child trafficker is now pig shit. So fucking poetic. “You’re lucky I love you little assholes because you guys are fucking messy,” I complain to the

snorting pigs, wrinkling my nose when I spot a chunk of flesh on the floor outside their pen. They're absolute pains in my ass most days, but I wouldn't trade them for the world. They keep me sane.