Chapter 798

• I wasn’t overly worried about what Malcolm Walker could do to me. I was more concerned about breaking into his house one night and just shooting him and letting the chips fall where they may. I couldn’t do that though, because fingers would be pointed at me.
• I was beyond pissed off that he’d touched my wife, bruised her abdomen and put my baby’s life at risk, that I was slowly going insane. Jo was more forgiving than I was and my finger itched to put a bullet in his head.
• It was 1 AM when my phone rang and I had just switched off the lamp on my desk. I was tired, but not so tired that I wanted to sleep yet. My mind was tired. I looked at the name flashing on the screen of my phone and answered.