James

Roman stepped in next to Dante. “This man gave me what our legal system couldn’t. Justice.” 

    Holy shit, my head was spinning. “What are you talking about?” 

    “Twenty years ago, my sister’s seven-year-old daughter went missing. Her body was found a few days later in a dumpster. There was no evidence of what happened to her, or who did it until an anonymous tip came through that little Alison had been seen at the house of a local police officer.”

Roman pulled his hand through his hair, his cheeks pale. “Naturally, the investigation went nowhere. The precinct didn’t need that kind of scandal. After months of pleas, and numerous...