Beast
I sat in Butcher’s office, seething. I knew it had to be Liam to slice all four tires on the club truck. He was going through the footage from the theater.
“Huh,” Butcher grunted.
“What?” I asked.
“Unless Liam is a five-foot-six man, I don’t think it was him that slashed the tires,” he said.
I got up from the seat I was sitting in and rounded his desk. He played the footage for me, and sure enough, there was a person in black jeans and a black hoodie slashing the truck's tires. I squinted my eyes and leaned forward. Son of a b***h.
“That’s Raven,” I said, pointing at the screen.
“Are you sure?” He asked.
“Yeah, look where the hoodie rides up. You can see her tramp stamp. Call Doc, get him in here, he should be able to confirm it.”
We waited for ten minutes, and Doc ca
