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“Find the killer and kill him.”
Enzo sighed. “I’m sorry. I know you haven’t talked with him in a while, but he’s still your brother.”
“He is,” I bit out. “I tried to help him…”
I didn’t even know he was back in Detroit until I saw his picture in the newspaper. I tried to help him, but Victor was… a burden I couldn’t carry with me to places I wanted to go. So, I had to let him go.
Volatile, reckless, and brainless, that was what I had called him the last time I saw him and told him never to come home unless he was willing to change his ways. He disappeared from my life after that.
“I’m going to find Patel.”
“Patel will kill you if you disturb him today.”
“He’ll get over it,” I said, grabbing my keys from the table. “I’ve to know more.”
“I need a favor, Patel.”
Detective Rishi Patel opened the door just enough to keep me from entering. “Were you still sleeping?” I asked, scanning him up and down.
“Don’t you take a day off? Fuck, it’s so early. What do you need?” he asked with a frown.
“I need to look at Rosario’s case file.”
“What? Fuck, you know I can’t do that. What are you trying to do, Sinclair? Get me fired?”
“Calm the fuck down, Rishi. You owe me one. I gave you the Six O’Clock Killer,” I said, piercing him with a look I knew would get him. I was the reason he got the promotion and became a homicide detective.
“I know,” Patel said, motioning me to get inside. “But Rosario will bite my head off if he knows I did you a favor.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I said as I followed Rishi inside his small, matchbox-sized apartment. Ethan Rosario was a thorn in my fucking ass, but the detective was a good man. I couldn’t just kill him, no matter how frustrating he was.
“Screw it. What do you need?” Rishi walked into his kitchen and poured the blackest coffee I had ever seen into two mugs before handing one to me.
“First, I need at least a few packets of sugar in this coffee. Next, I need Victor Bane.”
No one around me knew about Victor or how we were related, except Enzo. Having a different last name helped. I wanted it to stay that way.
“Ah, damn, man. Why?”
“Because I know Millicent didn’t kill him.”
“But the evidence says otherwise. The case is pretty straightforward.” Rishi took his phone, searched for something, and then handed it to me. “Somebody else is already covering his story. She’s really good.”
My brows furrowed when I saw the picture on his phone screen. It was a true crime podcast titled Hunters and Preys, with a picture of a black snake and a white snake twisting around a sun.
She called her seasons a novel, and each one was titled, with a few chapters under them.
Victor’s was the twenty-fourth episode. Scoffing, I put the phone down on the table. I wasn’t interested in this. “I don’t need this. I need the real thing.”
“She sounds like she’s from a porn video. Her voice…” Patel sighed, and I threw the tissue box at him. He caught it mid-air with a smirk. “Come on, you’ll thank me. Just click that button. You’ll know what I mean.”
“Is that why you listen to this trash, Patel?” I said with a frown as I pushed his phone back to him.
“It’s good. She brings a distinct perspective that helps me approach a case from a different angle,” Rishi said, looking truly excited. “It’s great reporting. She’s perceptive.”
“The name sounds like an alias. I don’t trust people like her. If you want to accuse someone, you better do it with your real name.”
“Not all of us have the spine to speak our truths standing out in the open. She’s still good. I don’t care what your pretentious ass thinks.” Rishi looked offended, as if I was talking smack about him.
