Chapter Nineteen
Water runs over my skin, hot and cleansing. This is the rush that I long for, the one that keeps me up late at night, the one I get every time I solve a problem. The more difficult the proof, the bigger the high. I’m actually jittery with relief, unable to keep my hands still.
Part of me knows there’s more work to do—that we still have to track down the IP address and then follow the location. Part of me knows all that might not even lead to Avery, but this was my part to do. This was my personal mountain to climb, and I made it to the top.
For that I deserve to be clean, at least.
I let the hot spray from multiple nozzles drench me again and again.
A boom is my only warning before the bathroom door slams open.
Damon marches into the large bathroom, his wrath licking
