Three years previously
“That woman,” Blaine said, pointing to a middle-aged female, anger in his words. They were in downtown Chicago, heading back to the apartment.
“What about her?” Lloyd said. The woman in question looked like half the ones on the street. Well dressed in business attire, chatting with another woman as they walked.
“She’s exactly like the ones Dad used to bring home. Snotty females whose only objective was to add to their…their bucket list, by finding themselves a husband.”
Lloyd glanced at him, seeing rage in his expression, which passed almost as soon as it had come. Murderous rage, if he didn’t miss his guess. It gave him pause, not because it bothered him, but because he felt the same thing when he saw a man who resembled the photos Blaine had shown him of their
