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His sad eyes flick to mine, and I know he relates to this kind of pain. We stop at the closed gates. I rip the door open and give my thanks, then slam the door shut. I hop the short end of the fence, not looking back.

I roam the rows until I get to her stone. Sitting in front of it, I finally let the tears fall. “I miss you so much. I wish you were here. I need someone to talk to.” I sit for a long time, staring at her name, before lying down to face the stars. It’s been a few weeks since I visited Jenny, but I think about her every day. My sister was the kindest soul to walk this earth, and that waste of space took her from me. She was the only person I’ve ever loved.

He was supposed to love us. He was supposed to care for us. Protect us. Not slowly kill us. More tears fall from my eyes. I would give anything to have her back. I would do anything to change that night. I was only sixteen, but that was the night I became an adult. That was the night I left that house of hell and never looked back. I took my bike and whatever I could shove in my backpack and left.

It took me years to find her burial spot. I’ve been lucky not to have run into my parents, but I guess that’s why I choose the night to come and shield me.

CHAPTER 4

CAM

“I need to speak to your manager,” I tell the lady behind the desk.

“Is there anything I may be able to help you with tonight, sir?”

“No. I need a manager, please.”

She nods and makes a phone call. “He’ll be out in a few minutes. He is handling an urgent issue at the moment.”

“If it’s about the accident, I have information he needs.” Looking at her, I arch my brow. She nods and places another call.

“Right this way, Mr. Beck.” She motions for me to follow her. She knocks on the door and opens it. “Mr. Daniels, Mr. Beck has some information regarding the accident this evening.”

He motions for me to sit while she turns, shutting the door behind her. “Mr. Beck, how are you tonight?”

What a fucking loaded question. I’m not even sure why I’m doing this. Why does this matter so much to me? “Been better. Your driver is at fault,” I say flatly.

His eyebrows shoot to the top of his head. “The police report says there isn’t proper lighting in that parking lot.”

I pull out my phone and pull up the pictures. “Looks pretty well-lit to me,” I counter.

“It does indeed, but you know how this goes, Mr. Beck.”

I nod. “I do, and that’s why I’m here. I witnessed it. It’d be different if I hadn’t. He didn’t purposefully hit the motorcycle, but it wasn’t because it was dark. I truly think this was an accident.”

“Regardless, we will be taking this court,” he says.

The hum in my throat has him dropping his pen, giving me his full attention. “I don’t think you want to do that.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I will make sure you lose and guarantee this person gets more than what they deserve for the trouble.” What the fuck am I doing?

His head snaps up, eyes meeting mine. “You work for us, Mr. Beck.”

“My father does, Mr. Daniels. I do not. Remember that before you decide to fight this. I saw it.” Standing, I turn for the door before spinning back. “Do you have a car I can use?”

He shakes his head with a disbelieving snort, as if he can’t believe I’d ask that question. “Of course, you’ll find it in the garage under the building. Take the elevator down to G-3.” He hands me a key fob.

The Mercedes purrs like a kitten. Not my typical ride, but it’s nice enough. I enter the cemetery name into the GPS and head back that way.

I wonder if she purrs like a kitten. The thought has me laughing to myself. No, that’s reserved for girls I usually fuck. Not this one. This one would eat me alive, then spit me out, leaving me wanting more.

After parking the car at the gates, I get out and hop the fence where she did. This fucking place is huge. Jesus. I walk and walk and walk, until I see a body lying in front of a headstone, looking straight up. I approach her quietly. She’s staring up into the night sky, her face glimmers with shed tears. The headstone reads “Jennifer Halloway.”

“Who’s Jennifer?” I ask in a soft voice.

She nearly jumps out of her skin. “Jesus fucking fuck,” she shouts. I chuckle while she grabs her chest, sucking air into her lungs. “What are you doing here?” she barks, sitting up from the ground, glaring at me.