Chapter 11

LUKE

I scrub my hands over my face. I'm leaning on my desk with all my evidence spread out. The photo of the pendent, the video, the articles. All of it. Laid out like a code I have to break. I know who she is, but I want to know why I fucking like her so much. I should want to slit her throat. Her family has killed so many people and here I am wanting to slam her down on my bed and have my way with her.

I look at everything. Trying to figure out why I'm so attracted to her, when a knock came on my door.

"Just a minute." I quickly gather everything and throw it in a drawer. I clear my throat and sit at my desk normally.

"Come." I bark.

My father pokes his head in. "Settled in?" He walks in with his hands in his pockets.

I look around. "I guess so. I'm not really the office type."

"Listen, son. I know things have not been the greatest here. With this town and with me. And I know you believe that I don't care...." He looks at the floor.

I sit back. "No....dad...that's not it, ok.