章 29: Chapter 29

DALLIN WENT blank. Completely and utterly blank. Which was probably a good thing, because otherwise there was no telling what he might've done. What was a person supposed to do in a case like this? Had there ever been a case like this?

So he sat, stared, mind racing, heart pounding. Trying not to give the memories purchase. Trying not to let his hands close into fists. Trying not to launch himself at Calder and....

And do what?

Throttle him because he'd been used and exploited his entire life? Close his hands around the skinny throat and *squeezesqueezesqueeze* because a six-year-old boy had been made an addict? Watch as those damnable eyes bugged out their sockets, petechiae blooming and spider-walking the whites, because--

'Because he killed your mother.'