Page 20 of GAF Factor

“Yes. And I’ve seen your interrogations. Seriously, the man had three out of four broken limbs. It’s amazing that anyone would believe he fell off a roof.”

Man, I was getting accused of things left and right. “I did not put him in the hospital last time.”

“Yeah? So, you didn’t decide to do what you do best?”

“Actually, I didn’t because Isla wouldn’t have wanted it. She didn’t like her husband, but she didn’t want to see him hurt.”

He opened his mouth and then snapped it shut. “You really do love her.”

Rolling my eyes, I sidestepped him and marched up the sidewalk to his house.

“That’s it, right? You’re not just obsessed with her. You love this woman.”

“When we get in there, remember what we’re doing.”

“Sure, but why the hell didn’t you just say you loved her?”

I climbed the steps, already feeling winded. “Why do all of you feel the need to tell each other about your magical love?”

“I wouldn’t call it magical, but that’s not the point.”

I sighed, wanting to wrap this up. “And what is the point?”

“The point is that you went against your nature and held back when you really wanted to pounce and take this asshole out. And the only reason you would do that is that you’ve fallen in lovewith her. You don’t want her to hurt or blame herself for what happened to her ex, so you ignored your instincts and stepped back.”

I stared at him, then I turned and pounded on the door, crossing my arms over my chest.

“You love her,” he hissed right before the door opened.

Shawn—the asshole—answered the door, his eyes going wide with fear from his wheelchair. Fox had really fucked him up. “Can I help you?”

“We’re here for a little chat.” I shoved my way inside, leaving him no room to argue as I stormed into his house, which had been outfitted for him to recuperate at home.

“What do you want?” he asked, wheeling into the room, but leaving a good distance between us.

I took a seat on a chair that was more Isla’s style than his. “I would like to know what made you put a bomb inside your wife’s fridge.”

He paled slightly under the bruises that had faded. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“See, I know that’s not true. I could always get the man you met with last time if you would prefer his line of questioning.

“What? He’s here?” The terror in his eyes was palpable. I would have felt bad for him if I didn’t despise the man so much. Fox must have really fucked with his head.

“Why, Shawn? Why would you want to kill your wife?”

His eyes kept darting to the door, but he didn’t say a word. He was scared, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of Fox or someone else.

“Listen.” He licked his lips nervously, his eyes darting all around. “It was stupid, okay? I…she just made me so mad.”

I cocked my head at him. “Because she chose to have a life without you?”

“Because she was supposed to stay with me! We were married. You don’t just walk away from those vows!”

“And did you vow to never hurt her? To love her unconditionally? Or was that all a lie?”

His jaw clenched hard as he stared at me. “She walked out on me.”

“So, you decided to kill her. That seems logical.”

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