Page 25 of Siccitas

Chapter Eighteen

Ireach the oublietteand tear at the covering. I manage to get it up and open, but when I look down, I can’t understand what I’m seeing.

Bones. Lovely bones.

Darby’s bones.

My daughter is gone.

He fucking killed her.

“Is Mommy okay?” Skylar asks from behind me.

I turn to look at her. “Why don’t you go find your brother? I need to talk to Daddy.”

I move the cover back into place. I will be back to bury Darby properly when this is over.

The rage that fills me leaves no room for a pause, as I limp towards the house and bang loudly on the door.

I grip the top of my cane tightly as I wait.

The door swings open, and Luke doesn’t look surprised to see me. “Jocelyn. Come in.”

I walk past him and straight to the living room, standing at the window, looking out.

“Sit, please. You must get very tired from standing on that gammy leg.”

I turn to sit down and as soon as my butt touches the sofa, Luke throws a round object in my direction.

Dalton’s head lands in front of me and I stare at it.

“Useless mistakes that I make sometimes, if you know what I mean.”

Luke sits opposite me. “He was one of them, just another one. I should have gotten rid of him years ago.”

I consider Luke carefully and realize I’m going to have to do this with a little finesse if I’m going to trick him into letting his guard down.

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