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KAI
João nodded at me from across the warehouse. “You have fun with her?”
Landon had left about ten minutes ago after Imani asked him to come over to her house while João and I finished up with Officer Rak.
I wiped my hands on my pants and tore off my soaked-through shirt. “That’s none of your business.”
“Come on. I’m not Landon.”
Not wanting to deal with the conversation with him right now, I tossed him his car keys. “Leave. I’ll take care of Officer Rak. See you tomorrow at Jace’s. Bright and fucking early, João. Don’t fucking forget.”
After rolling his eyes, João stormed out the back room. “Whatever, dude.”
Once João drove down the road, I locked all the doors, shut off the main light, and flicked on the one that hovered directly over Officer Rak. I grabbed a knife from a back room and stalked over to him, my heart pounding.
Rak wasn’t just a bad guy.
Rak was one of the officers who had written off my father’s death as an accident.
It wasn’t a fucking accident, and Rak had known it when he got to the scene.
Kicking the toe of my boot against him, I turned him over and onto his back. I wanted him to see my fucking face when I did this. He didn’t have anywhere to turn and nobody to hide behind anymore. Redwood Police were more corrupt than I had thought …
Rak widened his eyes and stared up at me, blood dripping down his face from where Landon had repeatedly punched him earlier. I crouched by his side and drew the knife up the column of his throat, not hard enough to draw blood.
Yet.
I pulled the gag out of his mouth. “Do you remember me?”
Rak spit up some phlegm and blood, snot running from his nose. “No.”
Anger rushed through me, and I punched him hard in the face, relishing in the sound of Rak’s head snapping against the concrete. He deserved that and more. He deserved every fucking punch and every fucking kick he had received tonight.
“Oh, come on, Rak. I know you’re not stupid.”
Spitting up some more blood, Rak stared at me and shook his head. “I don’t—”
I hit him again, this time harder.
For a moment, his eyes fluttered closed. “I swear, I don’t know.”
Unable to stop myself, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and placed the knife right against his artery, pressing in only enough for a single drop of blood to roll down his neck.
Chest heaving up and down, he shook his head. “I … I …” He stopped and widened his eyes. “You’re that kid from the car accident.”
My heart thrashed against my rib cage, and the memories flooded back into me, haunting me down to my very core. I fucking hated them, but they never went away. Every time I closed my damn eyes, I saw Dad’s dead ones staring back at me.
“You wrote my father’s death off as an accident,” I said through gritted teeth. “You knew that the other man had caused that accident, yet you let that man go. You let him off the hook for killing my father! Killing him!” The knife shook in my hand. “How much did he pay you?”
“It was an accident!”
I pressed the knife hard again, and another drop of blood rolled down.
“How. Fucking. Much?”
“Half a million.”
“Half a million fucking dollars for someone’s life,” I repeated quietly, the anger rising quicker and quicker with every second that passed.
