Everly
I watch Rafael stroll out of the room and feel frustrated by this inconvenient attraction. I’m also slightly unsettled by what he told me about the horsemen. Something in my mind niggled when he mentioned what occurred at Christ’s tomb. My nightmare flashes as if my brain is trying to piece something unpleasant together.
Leaning back in my chair, I run my hands across my face and puff out a breath. There’s no point in obsessing over this when there are so many other things to worry about. I need to implicate Dr. Serrano and Dr. Nassir in Franco’s murder. There’s no way I will let those bastards get away with killing him.
I look at my laptop’s screen and pull up Dr. Serrano’s schedule and a digital street map of her neighborhood. After a few hours, I close my laptop’s screen and
