Chapter 54

But how could somebody who had done such horrible things be so…so…Ellis didn’t know how to describe it. He could only picture Bryn’s face in the bath, all open and scared and vulnerable. He’d looked like a rabbit about to bolt, not like some sadist about to slit Ellis’s throat. Ellis had met Bad men before. Bryn wasn’t Bad. He was Good.

Or maybe Ellis was Wrong. Could his sense of good and bad be that off? Had he hit his head in his sleep and woken up stupid when it came to judgment? Was he that off because of how he felt about Bryn? He knew he cared more about Bryn than he’d ever cared about anyone, except maybe Clark. Could that have clouded his vision to the point that he’d overlook a little murderous intent?