Chapter 78

“It was Collins,” Tav said.

He knew. He just knew. He’d known in the hospital, and he knew now, looking at Aaron’s tense, grim face.

“It was Collins,” he repeated. “You told the police, right? They’ve talked to you, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And you said―”

“I told them the truth,” Aaron said sharply. “Jack shoved him, and Luca went right over that taxi.”

A red haze tinged the edge of Tav’s vision, and he felt his own hands trembling. He knew it. He knew it—and fuck the police, fuck his mam, fuck Aaron, fuck the Jensens, fuck Luca especially. Because Tav was going to kill Jack Collins.

“What happened, Aaron?”