Chapter 100

• Scarlett's POV
• A sudden memory struck me hard, like a brick to the chest. It was about Liam on the phone, his voice low and bored, like he was discussing dinner reservations rather than something serious like murder. I could still remember the exact words he used. Cold. Nonchalant. Like death didn’t mean a thing. Like pulling the trigger was the same as turning off a light switch.
• “Yeah. Get it done before sundown. Clean. No mess.”