“I ought to end you right here.”
Rosie growled.
“But that’s not how this works.”
He holstered his weapon, grabbed Sinclair by the collar, and hauled him upright.
“You don’t get a clean ending,” Burke said.
“You get a courtroom.”
The cuffs snapped on hard.
“For what you did to Lauren.”
Click.
“For what you did to Sara.”
Click.
“For what you did to Tessa.”
Sinclair didn’t fight.
For the first time —
He had nothing to say.
Burke shoved him forward.
“You’re walking. You so much as twitch, and I drop you.”
Rosie stayed tight at his side.
They moved back toward the yard.
Scout — Beside the Pool House
While Burke forced Sinclair toward the house, Scout didn’t stay down.
Sound came back first.
Movement near the house.
Through blurred vision, he saw her.
Margot.
Crossing the grass.
Heading for the pool house door.
Tessa was still inside.
Scout dragged in a breath that felt like broken glass and rolled onto his side.
Not her.
