"You," she said. Pointing at me. "You did this."
"I didn't kill your brother."
"But you got him killed. You and your club. Hank was a good man. He didn't deserve this."
"I know."
"Do you? Do you know what it's like to get a call saying your brother's body was found in the woods? Do you know what it's like to see him like that?"
I didn't answer.
"They cut off his head," she said. Voice breaking. "They cut off his head and left it at your gates. Like he was nothing. Like he was a message."
"He was a message. And I'm going to find who did this. I promise you."
The brother stepped closer. "Your promises don't mean anything. Hank trusted you. And look where that got him."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't bring him back."
The cousin spoke up. "You know what should happen? Your head should
