The hunt for my sister’s killers continues.
They’re closer than I think. While I search every corner of the city for them, they’re closing in on me, like the least sexy tentacles to have ever lived.
With Boner, Cass, Archer and Jules beside me, each with reasons of their own, we should be one step ahead of our enemies. At least one, probably more. How about five?
Why does it feel like we’re two steps behind? Probably because someone close to me is working against me. Who can I trust, and who will end up on the menu? IYKYK.
One thing’s for sure, if you try to box me in, you’ll be the one in a box.
This a dark RH, romantic comedy. Please heed the TWs.
