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

But he can’t escape the confirmation in my face. We both know that he sees a
killer in Cole because he sees something familiar: a man who crosses the line
when he feels it’s necessary. When he thinks he’s justified.
“I’m going to put him in prison for a hundred years,” Hawks hisses, his nose
inches from mine. “Help me to do it, or I swear to god, I’ll book you as an
accomplice. I’ll make sure you see prison time along with him. You’ll be
splashed across every fucking paper: the Karla Homolka to his Paul
Bernardo.”
Hawks has no idea how accurate that may soon become. But not in the way
he thinks.
As I try to push past him, Hawks seizes my upper arm. I don’t shake him off,
not even when his fingers dig into my flesh.
“You live in his house now. You could let me inside. Let me search the place.
I’ll do it when he’s not home. He doesn’t even have to know.”
Hawks is unaware that Cole has cameras all over the house. Regardless,
there’s no evidence to be found. Cole’s not that fucking stupid.
He’s only left evidence out in the open one time: inside Fragile Ego. I’ve
begged Cole to buy the sculpture back and destroy it, but he doesn’t want to.
He says it’s too beautiful.
This is the one point on which he is utterly irrational. Cole loves his art. He’d
no sooner destroy it than he’d destroy me.
I almost want to let Hawks search the house just to show him how fucking
stupid he’s being.
On the other hand, he’s not completely wrong. Cole is a murderer, just not
the one he’s looking for.
The only way to deal with Hawks is to keep him at bay until we can deliver
Shaw gift-wrapped. Just in time for Christmas.
Calmly, I remove Hawks’ fingers from my arm, grabbing his pinky and
bending it back until he lets go.
“You’re wrong,” I tell him, flatly. “You’ll see it for yourself soon enough.”