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“You don’t know that. This is an opportunity to clear his nameandcatch the Vigilante.”

“You know as well as I do that the media will zero in on the murder Dominic was charged with.”

“Good. He was found not guilty, so they’ll see he didn’t do it.”

“Have you seen the media declare any Vigilante victim innocent?” she pressed.

I pursed my lips.

“They find something with each victim, and Dominic will be no exception. He can’t be the poster child for the hunt against the Vigilante.”

I clenched my teeth. It was horrid enough that the Vigilante was slaying people, but it was also terrible that he was dividing the city into two groups: those who agreed murder was never okay and those who believed the victims had it coming.

Each time I heard whispers that the Vigilante was doing society a favor, my gut churned in rage. That man was tearing the city’s soul apart, and it infuriated me that any attempt I made to clear Dominic’s name would probably just do the opposite in the court of public opinion.

“We need someone that’ll rattle cages. We needyou,” she continued. “If we don’t catch the Vigilante soon, our funding is going to get cut, and if the funding gets cut, our hope of catching him will all but vanish. I’m sorry to ask you to do this today, after what you’ve been through, but we need to strike while the iron is hot.”

Part of me wanted to say no. Maybe it was unfair to be angry at the police—we were on the same side of justice, after all. But teaming up with the very people who had failed to lock the Vigilante up before he killed my friend left a putrid taste in my mouth.

And yet, if there was anything I could do to stop that psychopath, I needed to try.

“Okay.”

Her shoulders, which had been pulled taut like a bowstring, sagged with a visible sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Luna. I’ll have someone be in touch with the details. You get your hand stitched up, go home and change, and I’ll have them schedule a press conference for this evening. Prime-time news, hopefully.”

Rinaldi flashed a sympathetic smile and started to walk away.

I took a steadying breath, the fog of emotions lifting just a bit.

“Detective?”

She turned back around.

“Can you please keep me posted on Franco?” I asked. “Not sure how worried I should be that he thinks I have something of his.”

She nodded. “We’ll be turning Dominic’s residence upside down to see what we find.” They’d searched it before his trial, but maybe something new would pop up, and they’d get to it before Franco would. “Also putting alerts out on Franco, too. I’ll keep you informed if we find anything.”

She paused. “I’m glad you’re okay, Luna. Thanks again for agreeing to the press conference.”

As soon as she was gone, I took a deep breath to focus my mind back on my father and stepped out of the restroom.

Where Hunter was leaning up against the wall opposite the door. Surely, a busy man such as himself had a million other places he needed to be, but based on his relaxed stance, he was in no rush to leave, holding me in his sapphire gaze.

And based on his stern tone, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer when he said, “Come on. I’m taking you to the hospital.”

But Hunter Lockwood couldn’t take me to the ER.

He didn’t know I was about to face one of my biggest fears.

CHAPTER5

Luna

“Istrongly advise you to reconsider having a deputy escort you, too,” Hunter said. “At least for the next twenty-four hours or so.”

“I’m getting stitched up, going home, and locking my doors.” Assuming the prison still wouldn’t let me visit today.

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