“Fuck him,” Church said, leaning against the bar. “There’s something there. Something neither are telling. Why is she so scared of him? It doesn’t make sense. She knows something. She has dirt on him. I want that dirt so we can bury that fucking asshole. We just need to get her to talk.” “Or scream,” I murmured. “It gets us answers and a win.” Church gave me a dark smile. The monster I knew was back from his emotional reprieve.
