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“Absolutely. Give me ten,” he said, getting up from the edge of the tub, and heading out. When he closed the door behind him, that’s when he ran.

FAST.

He just made it to the guest bathroom in time to start vomiting.

What he saw devastated him, and turned his stomach to the point that his coffee and bagel earlier didn’t stay down.

As he purged, he knew one thing.

He hoped and prayed the animals that did this to his man suffered in unimaginable ways. He hoped that Gene was brutal, and they were in the hottest pits of Hell.

For Corbin and what they’d stolen from him.

From them.

Chapter Twenty-One

Harrison Dunne’s

Home

Sunday

Late Morning

Deciding who would be up first to interview was simple. The weather was getting ugly, so they did the furthest interview from the city first. That way, they’d be closer to home when it was bad out.

So, the professor was up to bat.

Pulling up to the man’s home, they were a little surprised that it was as big as it was. Someone definitely had money, despite the research that had been done saying that he had not inherited any of it.

Where did he get this kind of wealth from?

Could it be from selling victims into the sex trade and pushing Snow to people?

All they knew was that they had to get to the bottom of it because as of that moment, the man’s lifestyle kept him at the top of the suspect list.

He had a shit ton of cars in the driveway, and all of them were fancy.

And covered in snow.

Gene took pictures of them, logging them for the case file when he filed his report.

“And the assholes said that the seller drove a white Mercedes Benz?” Gene asked, making sure he had that right.

Ethan nodded.

“I don’t see one here,” he stated.

Yeah, Gene either.

When they heard someone shouting, as he was taking pictures, they both looked over.

There was a man standing in the doorway of the mansion, and he didn’t look happy that people were around the cars.

“I’m going to call the police if you don’t get out of my driveway!” he shouted. “Who do you think you are? This is private property!”

Oh, Gene was going to enjoy this one.