CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I decided to hold my questions for Nick until he arrived. Frankly, I found the situation to be stress-inducing beyond words. What motive would I possibly have for committing such a brutal act? On my own clients? Was all of this because of the timing of that goddamn phone call?
I got up and paced like a caged lion from the tiny kitchen area to the tiny sleeping area and back. There must be an explanation because I knew I was innocent, and I intended to prove it—beyond any doubt. I forced myself to stop and simply stare out the window. I needed some proof soon, before I wore a trench into the floor.
