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That will have to do.
And it does, for a while. Until everything changed.
58
CAMDEN
Ididn’t really make a conscious decision to go with them. One minute I was trying to help Jacob’s friends locate Aurora and Luke Abernathy. The next, Knox had found her and we were piling in two vehicles. A rental and Jacob’s truck.
Both of which, it seemed, were equipped for the kind ofmissionthis turned out to be.
Now, in plastic fucking booties around my shoes and gloves on my hands, I can’t quite believe I’m staring down at a dead body.
“You guys have done this before?” I question.
Because Steele and Greyson brought in plastic, which they’re rolling out beside the body, and Jacob has some sort of giant spray bottle filled with bleach. He mopped up Aurora’s blood, and now he’s removing any trace of it.
I glance up at the hook and the discarded chains off to the side.
The guy took her and beat her. Tortured her, if we can be so crass to say.
And it’s my fault.
“We’ve got some experience,” Steele murmurs.
Miles went to pick up their women and be with his brother, so it’s just the four of us.
“Ready?” Greyson asks.
I nod and step up, taking another look at the awful gash in Luke’s neck. It’s nothing less than what the bastard deserves, and I find myself not squeamish, or shying away from it.
It’s hard to know how you’ll react to a dead body. But so far, I don’t think I’m doing so poorly.
I squat down to help Greyson and Steele roll the body onto the plastic. “This is not what I thought I’d be doing on a Sunday night.”
That gets a chuckle out of them.
“Well, Church, now you know how we’d handle your body if you ever speak of this.” Greyson’s voice is pitched low, and he looks up at me. He fucking smiles.
I roll my eyes. “Noted.”
“Well?”
I glance over at Jacob, who’s still spraying and scrubbing behind us.
“Well, what?” I ask.
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done, Church?” Jacob pauses and meets my gaze. “If we’re in the trenches together, we should know something about you.”
I consider that.
My present, my future.
And my past, which I effectively buried the moment I moved to Denver.
We finish wrapping the body, and I rise. We’re going to haul it out of here, drive it who-knows-where, and hopefully never speak of it again.
Still, in the face of all of that, my stomach churns at the idea of giving up my secrets.
