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

The wind whips our hair into our faces—his as well as mine, because Hawks
hasn’t had it cut in a while. In fact, his entire person looks ill-groomed. All
these after-hours stakeouts are taking their toll on him. He’s unshaven, eyes
bloodshot.
“Doesn’t it bother you?” he demands, “Sleeping with the man who killed
your roommate?”
I round on him, equally as indignant.
“I told you who killed Erin,” I hiss. “I have to see him at every fucking party
I attend. Shaw is the Beast, not Cole. Why don’t you do your fucking job and
arrest him?”
Hawks lets out a bitter laugh.
“He’s really got you fooled, doesn’t he?”
“Cole isn’t trying to fool me, and I’m not trying to fool him. We’ve seen each
other’s scars. You think you’re a good man? I bet there’s something you’re
ashamed of. Something you’ve never told anyone. Cole’s told it all to me.
ALL of it. I’m not saying he’s a saint. But he is honest.”
“An honest killer?” Hawks sneers.
“You’ve never shot anyone?” I sneer right back at him.
“I’m a cop. It’s my job to catch criminals.”
“Yeah? I bet you only shot them when you had to, right? I bet every time you
pulled your gun out, you absolutely had to do it, there was no other way. No
part of you made a judgment on that person. No part of you thought they
deserved to die.”
Hawks stares at me through the smudged lenses of his glasses.
My time with Cole has taught me to look for signals: the motions on the face
that the mind can’t control.
For Hawks, it’s a twitch of his right eyelid, blinking over his iris like a
camera shutter.
He doesn’t even know he’s doing it.