Chapter 3Despite the relative safety of the hotel room, Jeremy didn’t sleep. He let Raider stay on the bed with him, the German shepherd curled close to his body, his head resting on Jeremy’s stomach. As he stroked between Raider’s ears, his thoughts lingered on Brendan. The more he thought about the tattoo, the more horrific it became. The first impression had made him sick, but he continued to study the images saved on his phone. Maybe he was looking for a clue. Maybe he just wanted to make some sort of sense of it. How did you make sense of something so frighteningly illogical?
Jeremy didn’t know. But he did know why the tattoo had disturbed him on the most fundamental level. It wasn’t just the violation. It was the permanent mutilation. The abuse of Brendan’s bodily integrity. Even th
