Chapter 77

“Okay,” he said, and finally got out of bed.

Loathe as he was to admit it, Mam had a bit of a point. Tav didn’t even know yet who’d been with Luca at the time, where he’d been going, whether anyone had flat-out seen what Tav suspected had happened. Luca wasn’t a retard; Tav knew he wouldn’t have slipped off the pavement. Who even did that? But if nobody had outright seen Jack do it, the police weren’t going to do shit, no matter what Tav had told them.So if nothing else, he had to find out the details—the proper details—from whoever knew them who wasn’t Jack Collins.

And then rip Jack’s face off.

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Luca’d died.