Chapter 62
ARLAN BARDOT
I crashed in my work chair, head pounding, eyes disbelieving and hands shaking badly.
I had known. Somehow I had known that my brother was a crazy psycho and a fuckjng bastard. Somehow I had managed to convince myself that Rae was not someone to just kill, she would not hurt a fly. I knew that really, I just did not bring myself to believe it.
I had been scared to open the police report after I had pulled it out from the safe. At first, I had watched it like an enemy on the table. Afraid to open the file, to find out the truth that would either condemn my dead brother and guilt me for the rest of my life for making an innocent woman suffer.
