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

by H.D. Carlton

He who was once a rapist and child trafficker is now pig shit. So fucking poetic.

They're absolute pains in my ass most days, but I wouldn't trade them for the world. They keep me sane. And the devil knows that's hanging on by a goddamn thread.

The sudden knock on the door causes me to jump out of my skin, nearly sending the wine in my glass splashing in my face and on the fantasy novel from Adeline Reilly that I’d been reading.