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The realization is terrifying.
I fling the car door open, running out of the vehicle and immediately pull my gun hidden at lower back.
Inside, Cillian is in the center of the kitchen standing next to a body, and he lets out a huff as he realizes it’s me. My gaze turns back to the body. His eyes are still opened, lying in a pool of his blood, I recognize him. It’s that fucking copper. The one whose been bothering her. How could we have missed this? How did I not look into him further?
″What the bloody hell happened?” I ask, barely containing my fear and anger.
″The cop that’s got a hard-on for her caught me from behind. I wasn’t ready, Boss. I’m sorry.”
″Where is she?”
″She headed upstairs. Just a few minutes ago. I managed to cut myself free and was about to head up.”
″She did this?”
“She fought him. She didn’t back down, Boss.”
Scotty helps Cillian deal with the body as I head upstairs. My vision blurs She shouldn’t have gone through this alone. I should have been here for her.
″Haley?” My voice shakes as I enter her room. I groan when I find her lying on her stomach, sprawled across the bed sideways with her feet dangling.
An eternity passes as I move toward her. My heart beats just as slowly.
″Doc?” I brush her hair from her face, then reach to check her pulse.
The movement jolts her awake. Her body shakes as she shoots up, eyes wide and she struggles to breathe. Short, labored breathes that follow with a pained grunt. I glance over her looking for any clear injuries, my arms raised so she can see my hands.
Haley is covered in dried splatters of blood in the a familiar pattern of someone stabbed in the throat. If I weren’t so terrified, I’d be proud.
″I killed him,” she chokes, climbing off the bed.
I try to reach for her to pull her to my chest, but she shoves me away and winces at the effort.
She grabs her side then reaches for me, leaning against my shoulder for balance. “I have a broken rib. Maybe two.”
She falls back onto the bed, a loud yelp escaping and she takes large gasps of air into her lungs.
Hazel eyes dart between me and the door. “Oh, fuck. I killed him. I killed a cop.”
″You killed your attacker. It was self-defense.” I make eye contact with her, my gaze softens. I should have been the one. I should have protected her from taking his life.
″You don’t fucking get it.” Her voice is low as she lets out a groan. “You don’t.”
″Then explain it to me.”
″They believe I falsely accused a cop of molesting me. And then, years later, I kill a cop. I’m going to go to prison for this.”
I grab her face, stroking her cheeks. “You’re not going to jail. You’re not fucking going to jail. Your stepfather hurt you. You didn’t falsely accuse him of anything. And Drake Kirkland broke into your home. I’ll take care of it.”
″Yeah? How? Feed him to some fucking pigs?” She shakes her head, a laugh escaping. “You know of any pig farms in the city, Callum?”
I shoot her a smirk. “Pigs are too overrated. I own a crematory. The ashes get dispersed in a safe location.”
Her mouth drops. “I’m not going to address that statement right now.”
I should have prepared her for the possibility that she could have to end the bastard’s life. I’d been too cocky in believing it would be me, and to make matters worse, it had to be the copper.
This is going to be a mess to clean up. I can’t just have the police officer disappear without making sure nothing can be traced back to Haley. My brain flickers through all the loose ends between Haley and Kirkland that need to be closed.
