Page 48 of Knot a Bad Idea

The manthat seats behind the glass is scum.

Kevin Harsch.

He stares at me, phone in his hand, his greasy blotchy face pulled into a frown.

Of course he doesn’t know me, but I know him. I pay my private investigator well for a reason.

“You’re not my lawyer,” he rasps into the receiver. “What the fuck do you want?”

I study him, taking in his appearance.

The shitstain that held April captive.

TheOaddicted supplier that kept her on the verge of death.

“She was in a coma,” I say into the phone lowly, a growl forming in my throat. “She almost died from blood loss and dehydration.”

I remember the first time I read the police report and how my stomach dropped.

She almost fuckingdied.

He narrows his eyes. “Are you Karlie’s dad?”

I don’t know who the fuck Karlie is, but my hatred for Kevin doubles.

Fucking cretin.

I shake my head slowly. “I just wanted to see you once,” I say cooly. “And when you get what’s coming to you, know it’s because of me.”

His eyes slightly widen. “Who the fuck are you?” he spits.

He’s showing genuine fear, and I revel in every moment of it.

“This won’t make me forgive you.”April’s voice, still so sweet and clear, warns me.“You know it won’t.”

“Hey! Who are you, asshole? I didn’t do anything!”

I raise an eyebrow. “You did absolutelyeverything,” I snarl.

He shakes his head. “Look, I really don’t remember. Whoever the fuck you’re talking about, I don’t?—”

“Kevin.” I say his name, and he pauses, his mouth slightly parted.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll see you in hell. But I’ll be there much later than you.”

Fuck, I sound like Hunter. I really am losing my shit.

“That was a pretty clever line, I’ll admit. Dramatic, though.”

At least Fake April approves.

“What thefuckare you talking about?” Kevin hisses, leaning closer to the smudged glass. “Who are you?”

“April Waters,” I say. “Is that name familiar to you?”

Recognition dawns on Kevin’s face, and he chews his chapped lip and grimaces.