The Fourth Monkey (4MK Thriller, #1)

by J.D. Barker

Nothing is forever, though,

The bruises had grown darker in just the past few minutes; the swelling had worsened. How could a man do such a thing to someone he loved?

Can you imagine how filthy this city would be without rats running around eating our waste? People are the real infestation, if you ask me. People do things like this.” His eyes were fixed on the body.

He looked as if he weighed four hundred pounds—not exactly like a man who could move stealthily, but somehow that magic pile of dog shit appeared out of nowhere.

Real life doesn’t work that way. I’ve seen more lives end than I can count, and they all seem to hold that same expectation at the end, their eyes glancing at the door, waiting for their savior to arrive. He doesn’t, though. In real life, the only true savior is oneself.

“You need to talk to someone. That’s how we heal. Keeping it bottled up isn’t healthy. It’ll grow in you like a cancer if you keep it all inside.”

but like most book-smart people, he’s got no common sense, no street smarts.

“He’s a cop? Why’s he wearing pajamas?”