Chapter 23 Rotten Apples Don't Fall Far
- The boy's body hit the floor with a finality that sucked the oxygen straight out of the room.
- Blood trickled from the neat bullet wound in his temple. Still warm. His blood spilt warm, soaking into the puddle of hers.
- Thomas stood over him, coolly brushing his coat sleeve like he’d just sneezed and not executed a child.