As far as I was concerned, good fucking riddance.
Any person who hurts another person in that kind of way, man, woman, or child, deserved to die in the worst way possible.
Truthfully, the way that she killed them was too nice.
She should’ve made them suffer.
“Where does Reign live?” Webber asked.
“In the apartment next to me,” I said. “Down the hall on the same floor. But the thing is, she said she was going home, but there’s no way in hell she would go there. Not with what she was about to do.”
Webber started making calls, as did Cakes.
I racked my brain for ideas on where the hell she would’ve gone and kept coming up empty.
“Got her,” Webber said. “She left in a car, ditched it at the Y down the road, and walked into the woods with a gun. Doc’s got a bead on her, but she’s running hard through the woods, and it’s fuckin’ pouring.”
I scrubbed my hands over my face and tried to figure out what my next step should be.
“I’ll go…”
Webber stopped me before I could take two steps. “Let me ask you something, Copper.”
I turned my full attention to Webber.
My best friend. “What?”
“You’ve spoken nonstop about how much of a problem she is for you,” he said. “I know that you didn’t know about all this,” he said. “But if you are going to get pissed at her for not telling you, now’s the time to let me know. I’ll handle it if you’re going to be pissed.”
He was right.
Anger and I seemed to be best friends for a very long time.
I’d tried, and failed, to get it under control.
But it was just this seething mass that writhed inside of me, even when I was sleeping. I went to bed pissed. Woke up pissed. Breathed, slept and ate pissed.
There wasn’t a time that I wasn’t pissed as hell.
Webber was right.
I didn’t have it in me to take care of her.
“Go,” I said. “I’ll stay with the baby.”
“Text Apollo,” Webber suggested as he started walking through the door. “It’s time to find everything there is to know about her, including whose kid this is.”
I watched him walk out, then looked at the baby in the box.
Still fast asleep, though moving around, likely about to wake up at any second.
Seeing as I had no clue what I was doing when it came to a kid, I didn’t want it to wake up.
I walked to the lights and flicked them off above the bar where the baby was still atop and then sat down and waited for word.
Word that I got a half hour later.
Webber:
