Well, I like being stubborn. It keeps you on your toes.
‘We just want to know what happened and if you saw anything. You’ll be helping with our investigations. You are not a suspect. Please, look at the photo again. Do you recognise him?’Jordi looked down at the photo and nodded, ‘Yeah, I recognise him.’
Crane returned with the tray of drinks. He handed a double vodka and the crisps to Jordi, and gave Erika one of the two glasses of coke from the tray. Crane slid into the seat on the opposite side. Jordi tucked his hair behind his ears and opened the crisps. He had a whiff of body odour about him and his fingernails were grubby.‘Okay. We need to know if you were at Gregory Munro’s house between Monday, the 20th and Monday, the 27th of June?’ asked Erika.He shrugged. ‘I think so.’
Erika took a sip of her coke. ‘In your opinion, was Gregory Munro gay?’‘He never said his real name, and yeah, he was gay,’ said Jordi, through a mouthful of crisps.
‘And you know that for sure?’
‘Well, if he wasn’t, I’m not sure what my cock was doing up his arse.’By the time Dante was done, Dawn had paled considerably. So it could be that what he really wants is access to the children?
As sick as it is, that makes more sense than anything else, the Beta replied.Stomach twisted with disgust, Makenna placed her half-empty plate at her feet. She’d picked up that something wasn’t quite right about Remy, but she hadn’t considered this. And now she felt true fear. If he got what he wanted, the children in the shelter would suffer. She wouldn’t be able to protect them because the first thing he’d do would be to get rid of Dawn, Madisyn, and Makenna. He wouldn’t want any obstacles.
Her wolf, who was just as protective by nature as Makenna, wanted to hunt him down and tear him apart. Makenna approved of the idea. Sick fuckers like him didn’t have the right to exist—it was really that simple. But getting onto his land, bypassing his wolves, and getting the opportunity to end his life . . . not so simple. That didn’t stop her from fantasizing about it.As she looked up, her eyes collided with Ryan’s all-too-perceptive gaze. He knew what she was thinking. She wondered if he knew just how little it would bother her conscience to take Remy’s life, wondered how hard he’d judge her for it. She decided she didn’t want to know. We can’t tell Zac about this. We can’t tell anybody in the shelter. Many of them are here to escape abusive environments. They’ll run if they find out this rumor about Remy.