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“If you’re not here for Jasper, why are you here?”

“For you, of course” Agent Beck let out a laugh that was supposed to be light and carefree, but I heard the hitch in her voice, saw the signs of tension that aged her prematurely “You know you can’t trust the Ashby family”

“You don’t know shit You think you know so overnuess is you’re here talking to me because you don’t know shit”

I didn’t trust cops, not as far as I could spit They never showed up when they were needed, and if they did, they always took the side of the man—the abuser—not the victim

“What I do know is that you can’t trust this family I know that eventually, you’ll outlive your usefulness and end up dead on the side of the road or buried somewhere in the desert Your parents will never know You won’t even get a proper burial”

I laughed at her words that just proved she knew fuck all about nothing I had no parents to give a fuck about ive a shit about a burial, proper or improper

“Good to know Thanks for the advice”

“Wow,” she sighed and shook her head “It hed “That’s even ht”

I said nothing, just ate my food, and chewed slowly as she tried to baither, I let Agent Beck dig her own fucking grave

“Letbad Ashby family?”

“I can”

“You’re a fucking idiot if you believe that”

“I can if you have information I find useful”

“Great offer,” I told her with a mouth full of steak “At least it would be if you weren’t a fucking liar And a fed”

“Look at what they did to Bonnie And she was one of them, married to an Ashby You’re just an Ashby fuck toy Disposable”

“Did you solve Bonnie’s murder? I didn’t see it on the news Weird”

“Oh, come on, Maureen We both know the Ashbys killed Bonnie”

“I don’t know that, and if you had proof, you’d have someone in handcuffs For real this time”

The bitch had harassed and arrested Sadie just because she could, and that shit didn’t sit right with me