“The Sugarland Police Department has no comment regarding the attack on Captain Austin Rainey, nor any possible connection to the ongoing murder investigation,” Chief Byrne informed the clamoring media. No goddamn comment! Slick bastards, with their half-truths and stinking lies. Rainey would pay for committing such an unforgivable sin. The problem was time. He’d taken a couple of days off, but the boss expected him in tomorrow. His schedule had been a bitch lately. Would everyone believe his story if he called in? Who cares? Fuck them all. Nobody had a clue who he was. Now Rainey was actually finding happiness, and that couldn’t continue. Laura Eden, so fucking perfect. Beautiful, smart. “Goddamn you,” he moaned, voice rising to a fever pitch. “Fucking whore. You’re going to pay, too.” Rainey, you’ll regret the day you ever stole from me.
