“What do you mean, there's no link?” I seethed through my teeth. “I couldn't find anything Crash. Nothing. There is nothing linking your fathers killing to Mr Coopers people. If they did it, there's no evidence at all.” “FUCK!” I roared. “Then who is fucking responsible?!” He remained calm in his seat. Jones was never phased by anything. “Your father had lots of enemies. There's a laundry list of people it could have been. I'll keep searching, but you might have to resign yourself to the fact that you may never know.” Never know. I couldn't live like that. I had to fucking know. I had to. “OK, get back on it. I don't want you sleeping until you can give me something.” He stood and nodded. A loyal man, Jones, always there for my father, always here for me now. I grabbed a glass and downed a shot of whiskey as he left the room. The liquid warmed my throat and settled down into my stomach. I took another and sank back into my chair, my mind rolling around in turmoil.
What do You think about CRASH (A Logan Brothers Novel)?
