Harper had spent the last hour explaining the same damn thing to these men, but apparently, none of them understood the meaning of the words I didn't kill him.
“Please, you have to believe me. I don't know who poisoned Oav, and I don't know anything about the business between your people and the Reapers. I was doing my job that night. He grabbed me, I defended myself, and that was it. Whatever happened to him afterward had nothing to do with me.” Harper swallowed against the lump in her throat, desperately searching their hard faces for a hint of humanity. “I'm not asking you to like me, but please don't make me pay for something I didn't do.”
For a moment, nobody answered.
Then the bearded man threw his head back and laughed.
It wasn't an amused chuckle. It was a cruel, ugly sound tha
