Page 72 of Unholy Bonds

“You know, she also gave me money. I didn’t want to take it, but she insisted that I use it. It was…kinda a lot,” Kasey said, looking hesitant.

“How much?”

“Three thousand bucks, but I was sure she would have given me more if she didn’t think I would be uncomfortable.”

Thanking Kasey once again for her help, I walked to my car. The first thing I did was call the number, but it was unavailable, as I had thought. Must be a burner.

I sent Reah a message with the number and got a reply within a few minutes.

R: Burner. Switched off. I’ll keep you posted.

Me: Thank you, Reah. Keep an eye on it.

Placing my phone down, I drove to the funeral home. Enzo opened the door with a confused look in my direction as he stared at me.

“You have no guests, right?” He looked at my empty hands.

“No guests today. I found more about K.Y. Wolff,” I said, pushing past him.

“What did you find?”

“She must be from the orphanage. Also, I talked to Kasey Thompson, and now I know K.Y. is rich, she likes blonde wigs, and she has a burner phone,” I said, sitting on the long wooden bench pressed up against the mourning hall.

“Who the hell is Kasey Thompson?”

“Kasey was one of the women who was used by Millicent Wark. I went to see her about Wolff, but Kasey said she was hiding herself behind sunglasses.”

“Ah, smart,” Enzo said as he grabbed a bottle of beer from his small fridge. “Do you want one?”

“Something stronger. Whiskey, please,” I said, pressing my hand against my forehead.

Enzo handed me the glass of whiskey, pulling me out of the entangled thoughts in my head.

“So, you’re still where you were days ago.”

“Yes.”

“With everything?” he asked, looking amused.

“With every fucking thing. Sofia and Nikki’s killer is still a ghost and still waiting for God knows what to kill again. K.Y. Wolff is… a pain in my ass, and…” I trailed off, biting my words back.

“Have you seen Doctor Death again?” Enzo asked, understanding my silence.

Groaning, I banged my head against the wall with a frown, and Enzo laughed, looking delighted by my conundrum.

“I’m not here to talk about Doctor Death—shit, man… I mean, Yara. That woman is insane.”

“You calling her insane is the best joke of the century,” Enzo said as he emptied his beer. Another sip of my whiskey soothed the fire inside me.

“That should tell you something.” Emptying my whiskey, I poured another glass.

He grinned. “I want to meet her. You know, to see the woman who has the power to… make you lose control. She’s slowly breaking the part of you that has always been unbreakable. She might be some kind of superwoman. Yara and K.Y. Wolff too. Man…”

I gritted my teeth. He was clearly enjoying this. Fucker.

“Oh, I have something for you,” Enzo said as he walked toward the skeleton crow, and that was when I noticed another addition next to it. This one was a dead stag, but it was contorted and twisted in such a way its horns were cutting through its flesh. Blood pooled around it, and its guts were spilling out of its torn stomach.

“Is it by the same artist?” I asked, wincing at the stag, and he nodded.

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