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"Jesus, Griff - how?" he thundered, his face a dark cloud of rage "Ricky fucking told me He showed up with a file on you But I don’t want to talk about hoant to talk about why Why the fuck did you do this? I trusted you like a brother Like fucking family! If I hadn’t seen that file, I wouldn’t believe it to be true" He raked his fingers through his hair, and added, "You had round I had a lot to say, and needed to find a way for Scott to understand and believe that I spoke the truth Because this would be the truth Finally "I’et there Can you give e, but he nodded "Go on"

"I was raised to be a cop My dad was one, randfather was one My cousin and I went through the acadeht to me I never wanted what everyone else wanted forbut I never pursued a career after that"

"So you just walked away?" he deliness at the mention of cops, and I didn’t blah on Storm’s list of trusted people

"Yeah I fucked around for a while doing randoation work fell into my lap A friend hired me to ith him while I did my study, and I never looked back"

He crossed his aret to the point"

"My parents and brother were o Tortured for hours and then had their throats slit The day after Boxing Day, I caet the blood and horror out of my mind I had no faith in the cops to find justice for their deaths The idea of life behind bars for someone who killed my family didn’t sit ith me – I wanted blood for blood And I believed I kneho the killer was"

"Who?" Still that hard look on his face

"Marcus" I paused, taking in the flicker of surprise on his face "My father had been investigating Stors I’ Marcus at the tiation into Storm never really went anywhere after his death, which only convinced hteen ations, I couldn’t pin hi up, Griff You didn’t join Storo"

I nodded "Yeah, I walked away frohteen months…left town and tried toshit I wasn’t proud of so I got out before I lost what little ofyour life, and I caet justice When I couldn’t do that outside of the club, I found a way in I found a way to get close to the people I thought had killed lued to mine and his body was tied up with tension "Fuck," he swore "So none of thisto you? What the fuck are you still here for? Marcus is dead so you’ve got no reason to still be here"

Scott’s anger fueled et everything out, andheadache "Stor toetback to him, I said, "Marcus wasn’t responsible forStorm By then, I’d also worked out that Storm meant more to me thanaway from that"