“I went out for a walk, and a guy stopped beside me. I think he recognized me from before. I don’t know. He tried to pull me in the car.” She stopped crying her eyes out. “I killed him, Ripper. I killed him with the gun you gave me.”
Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.
Dropping the whiskey bottle to the floor, he headed toward his bike. “You stay right there. I’m coming to get you.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
He didn’t say anything else. The only other person he really cared about was Judi. She was such a sweet girl, and she’d just celebrated her twentieth birthday. This shit should be far behind her, but instead, it was right in front of her.
Ripper would do everything to care for her. Turning the ignition on, he headed in the direction of where she was. Helping Judi was in his blood, and he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
The End