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In this case, that’s going to be catastrophic.
Dwayne was careful about where he trapped her—behind one of the maintenance buildings, where there weren’t any security cameras. He even managed to get her body off the grounds without being seen, dumping her in the woods a few miles away.
He did a dementedly good job of covering his tracks, but he missed two splotches of blood at the hem of her sundress. One splotch was Kelsey’s. The other was his own.
That sundress was the single piece of physical evidence tying Dwayne to her death. And now it’s off the table, as far as the trial is concerned.
The monstrous darkness in me snarls and drags its claws against the bars I keep it locked behind.
Yes, Dwayne will walk. But that does not mean he’s going to escape justice.
Sometimes, it takes a monster to put monsters away.
Dante and Tempest pull away to go mingle—there’s no doubt in my mind that Dante probably knows more than a few faces here, either through Venom or his own web of information gathering.
Taylor and Alistair melt away too. I’m about to go hunting for Fumi, when I spot her.
My eyes go dark.
Fumi’s across the ballroom talking with a handsome if dangerous-looking Japanese guy. I’d brush it off, and assume he’s just another reporter, or maybe one of the campaign volunteers, but Fumi looks upset and uneasy, and he looks straight-up menacing as fuck.
I scowl as he steps closer to her. When his hand juts out to grab her arm, a snarl escapes my lips.
I’m moving before I realize it, storming across the ballroom, all but shoving people out of the way. Just before I get to them, Fumi manages to yank her arm away, whirling and disappearing into the crowd.
“Good evening,” I growl, coming to a stop in front of the fucker. I take in the broad shoulders, the lean but muscled frame. I also don’t miss the tattoo ink snaking down his wrists under his suit cuffs.
He smiles at me, recognition in his eyes, mixed with something else.
“Ahh, Mr. Black,” he says easily. His voice has a slight accent, but his English is flawless. “Or should I say, Governor Black.”
“I don’t like to count my chickens before they hatch, Mr.…”
The man laughs quietly. His eyes don’t.
“That’s a good one, Mr. Black. I do so enjoy the idioms in the English language.”
“Do we know each other?”
“Well, I know you, Mr. Black,” he smiles. “In fact, chickens aside, I hear it’s quite certain you are going to be New York State’s next Governor.”
“I like your source,” I say dryly. “But you have me at a disadvantage: you know me and I still don’t know you.”
He smiles without answering.
“Who are you,” I growl quietly, the polish quickly vanishing from my tone.
“I’m an old friend of your fiancée’s, Mr. Black.”
My hackles rise.
“Oh?”
“Indeed. We went to law school together.”
“Which law school was that?”
There’s a short pause that I really, really don’t like.
