Dexter.

Kendell had entrusted me with investigating George. Apparently, he trusted me and doubted George more than ever.

Fool.

I was more than willing to fan those doubts, to push him further into suspecting George—anything to get him off my back.

A message arrived that morning.

WE NEED TO MEET AGAIN.

Kia's letter was short, as always.

"TONIGHT AT THE USUAL," his message concluded.

Kia was indeed a pain in everyone's ass. That bastard—what was he here for again?

Was he planning to set another place on fire?

...

Shadows stretched long in the hidden passage where I waited. My patience was snapping short.

Then, as if the darkness itself...