“You work for me, remember?”
Not giving her a chance to respond, I turned and practically dragged Helen down the hall, trying the knob to each room I passed, finding each one locked. Good. “Are you sure?”
Helen propped herself up on her elbows, growing concern on her face. My Helen. I’m tired of hearing about how scary everyone is. I’m fucking tired of all the games. “That went well.”
Feeling a high I’d never known was possible after staring down someone as powerful as Roger VanCamp, I pulled out my phone and opened my conversation with Psalter. “Mr. “What can we do to make this right?”
“I already told you,” I said. “This is going to end badly, Marcus,” Karl said, looking back at me. Karl took a reflexive step back. When I didn’t say anything, William turned his attention back to his soon-to-be-ex-partner. “I just don’t want to have anything to do with you. “You kidnapped the boy!”
“So,” Roger said, sounding much calmer, “This is your doing.”
“You killed Ray,” I said. She did have a submissive streak for the right person, but unlike Bobbi, there was more of an agreement there… a tenuous trust that was earned… not simply given away to someone who proved to be the bigger bully like my kitten had done.
