Page 237 of Unravelling The Beast

“Thanks for giving me a heads up.”

He takes a brief pause before responding.

“I don’t usually give advice, but Arlo, you should stay vigilant. This cop has extensive experience and training, and I’m almost positive that this will not end here.”

My jaw tenses as I speak.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect it fucking to, but now that he is off the force, I can now fucking plan ahead. Thanks anyway.”

I slam the phone down on my desk after hanging up and crash back in my chair, rubbing my palm over my mouth when Jasper suddenly speaks opposite me.

“What’s up, bro?”

My eyes meet his instantly, and I raise my eyebrow.

"It seems like dad’s secret demons are biting me in the fucking ass as always.”

He sits back in his seat before responding.

“It’ll all blow over.”

My phone starts to ring, and my eyes fly to the lit-up screen to see that it’s Wren calling. My brow furrows as I lean forward and answer the phone, holding it to my ear.

“What’s up?”

I can hear her sniffling, and my stomach churns, an uneasy feeling stirring within me that there’s something wrong with Cree or the baby.

“Wren, answer me.”

She begins to speak after a small pause.

“Something came on the TV while Cree was watching. I’m so sorry; I had no idea what it was!”

I pull my head back in confusion.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Wren?”

She sniffles again, remains silent for a moment, and responds with a quiver in her throat.

“It was a video—a video of that day, Arlo. The evening Bridget died.”

As I stare ahead, my blood starts to run cold before it turns into a raging fire, and I stand up.

“I’ll be there shortly.”

When I hang up the phone and place it in my inside pocket, Jasper speaks.

"You are good, bro.”

I grit my teeth as I storm toward the door.

“No, I’m not good! I want that fucking cop dead!Find out where the fuck he is, Jasp.”

When I finally arrive home, I walk through the front door and immediately see Wren walking down the stairs. We go towards each other, and as she gets close enough, I can see she’s been crying, which I don’t fucking like at all. As soon as she is close enough, I pull her in and wrap my arms around her while stroking her hair.

She presses her face into my chest, and I rest my lips on the top of her head.

“Did he see it all?”

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