There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

I snort. “Nobody needs warning about me. It’s well known that I’m an
asshole.”
“You’ve made enemies.”
“Only boring people are universally beloved.”
“Take Carl Danvers, for instance.”
Now a chill falls between us, which I have to pretend to ignore with every
fiber of my being.
“Who?” I say.
“He was a critic for the Siren.”
“Oh, right,” I say dismissively.
“He disappeared thirteen weeks ago. All his belongings are still in his
apartment. No message to anyone.”
“Your point?”
“He was no fan of yours. Wrote a scathing article about you the week he
disappeared.”
“People write about me every day.”
“Did you speak to him at Oasis?”
This is a trick. Danvers was already dead the night of the show. His bones
resided inside my sculpture, on display for all to see.
Hawks is testing to see if I’ll correct him, to judge how closely I followed the
disappearance, and how well I know my own timeline.
“Jesus, who knows. I probably talked to fifty people that night.”
“But you don’t remember,” Hawks sneers, his disdainful expression showing
exactly what he thinks about that.
Enough obfuscating. It’s time for Hawks to take a punch in return.