Chapter Eighteen
The shock that riveted through me did nothing to curtail my need to vomit.
“That’s not possible. Tara’s not a cop. And…and…she had cuts…bruises, I saw them! She has…had a brother.” I continued to toss trivial, nonsensical facts out, hoping to force him to confess he’d made it all up.
Mo looked at his hands. “Vinny and his guys were known for knocking their girls around when they partied, so to facilitate the ruse, she was forced to inflict them on herself after he passed out. When he woke up, he just assumed…” His voice trailed off.
“That is sick,” I whispered.
I couldn’t imagine having to cut myself up, only to put myself on display so someone else could admire the handiwork.
“Yeah, well, then this part’s really not going to settle well.” He let out a long breath be
