JJ
Marissa called while I was opening the shop.
I had one hand on the light switch and the other balancing my phone against my ear when she said, “I got an update this morning. Investigators have had time to put more of the pieces together.”
I stopped halfway behind the reception desk.
Two weeks had passed since Havoc stood in that parking lot while two men beat Nixx. In that time, Nixx had given his formal statement, authorized access to the relevant medical documentation, and answered every follow-up question that came his way.
“What does that mean?”
“It means they have substantially more documented behavior to evaluate than they did before the assault.”
I lowered myself into the chair. Through the secured interior door, I could hear movement from the clubhouse. Nixx and Benny wer
