Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Let me tell you something, my brother was not a cop killer. My drug-addicted mother was. She was the one that orchestrated everything. Yet, not a single one of you ‘good, caring people’ truly cared.
A year into his prison sentence, my brother was nearly killed again. Yet, nothing was done. No one took the time to find out what, exactly, was going on until my brother had to take his protection into his own hands.
He killed four men, and each subsequent death by his hands was y’all’s fault. (You know who you are.) He wouldn’t have had to protect himself if you hadn’t put him in that position.
Now, my brother is dead, and again, there is no one to blame but you.
I hope that one day, when you finally meet your maker, you are shown straight to the doors of hell. I hope that you lose everything you hold dear. I hope that your children hate you once they grow up and can take care of themselves and choose to not be associated with the likes of you.
I truly believe that karma will come for each and every one of you. And I will never stop fighting for those unjustly imprisoned for crimes they didn’t commit.
My brother might be dead, but his fight will live on.
See you all in hell.
A hitch in my throat had me looking up at Charleigh in surprise. “Whoa.”
“I know.” She widened her eyes. “She’s fierce.”
“She is,” I agreed.
“Anyway, this is everything I was able to find on social media and Google. I even searched through the public records. Everything is here.” She smiled.
Just as she said that, Stacy came breezing in, a smarmy leer on his face. “Hey there, Birdee. Good to see you with your clothes on.”
I gritted my teeth.
“That was highly inappropriate,” Charleigh said. “That is so far out of the realm of boss behavior that I almost feel compelled to file a complaint with the big boss.”
Stacy rolled his eyes. “Get a grip. It was just a joke.”
Then he disappeared into his office, likely to do nothing for the rest of the day like always.
Charleigh’s gaze came to me and she said, “What did he mean by that?”
I explained everything that’d happened that morning.
“What do you mean he just walked in?” she asked. “Did he knock?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted to her. “I mean, he might have. I was in the shower, though. It’s not like I can hear anything over that ancient shower.”
Sometimes, the pipes groaning in the walls were so loud that I feared they might burst.
They hadn’t kicked the bucket yet, though.
Thankfully.
I had a feeling if they did it would be some major damage, and I’d have to move out.
“Did he give you notice in writing that he was going to arrive?” she asked. “They have to do that by law twenty-four hours in advance.”
“No,” I said. “I check my email every day, and it certainly didn’t come through that.”
“I don’t even know what to say.” She looked outraged. “Did you get that job with the dog food company?”
I’d urged her to apply herself. Because no matter what, I was leaving this job behind once I got another one. I just hoped that she was able to find something new as well. Hopefully somewhere where we’d be together.
I liked her a whole lot, and she was great to work with.
It helped that I knew that she’d actually do the work.
“Actually, I have an interview tomorrow.” She smiled, but it faded away. “How will you get to work? It’s not like you can walk to this one.”
I actually blew out a relieved breath when I said, “They said that I could use the company vehicle like all other salaried employees. I just can’t take it on long-haul drives. They said I could use it to do errands and stuff around town, though. As long as I drove respectfully.”
“Of course you would.” She scoffed.
The rest of the day went by as usual.
Stacy didn’t come out of his office until it was lunchtime. He didn’t come back, which Charleigh and I were both thankful for.
Charleigh even offered me a ride home, which I accepted.
With the papers still firmly in my hand, I took a seat at the table and went through everything.
I was looking at the notes that Charleigh had made about upcoming appearances that Bernice planned on making when I got an idea.
It was crazy, and quite frankly nuts.
But it seemed perfect.
I mean, what were the odds that an appearance that Bernice planned on making lined up with an interview that Great Dane’s wanted me to attend with the big bosses in the same stinkin’ city?
Honestly, it seemed like fate to me.
I just hoped that I wasn’t making a crazy mistake.
Oh, and Creed wouldn’t hate me when he found out.
Ten
:):
—You decide
Creed
“She’s not home.”