15. Harper
HARPER
Iswear my heart’s still galloping from the explosion a few minutes ago. I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles are white. I force myself to breathe, to keep my eyes on the road.
But my mind is back at the bridge. The van is gone, the evidence is gone, the bodies are gone, and I just became complicit in destroying a crime scene with a man I barely know, which means I’m not a cop anymore—I’m something else entirely, and there’s no going back.
Groaning, I shake my head. “What the fuck have I gotten into?”
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