An Excerpt from
Unfinished Business: Necessary Evil: Part Two
Blood never moved like water. Water was mindless, yet persistent. Blood was deliberate, louder than an ocean. Better than a scream. The panic room was the deal breaker. If Monet Symone-Garrett wanted to attend college out-of-state she had to agree to live off campus in a place of her mother’s choosing with armed guards to protect her. The gun in her lap was a birthday present from her father, Cassiel Garrett. The shooting lessons were her graduation present.
Vincent was dead.
The fact that he was motionless on her bedroom floor was minutia compared to the blood spreading beneath him like a gruesome cartoon bubble. Vincent’s head was turned at an awkward angle as if her were craning his neck to see where she had gone. His gaze was vacant, but even on the closed circuit television, it still looked like he was staring at her, blaming her.
Mamma mustn’t know.
