Page 74 of Wild Wolf

“Careful. You might get your wish. Florida is a capital punishment state.”

She groaned.

“As I’m sure you’re aware, you’re under arrest for the murder of your sister, Hannah Quinn. You have the right to remain silent…”

Her eyes welled with tears. “I didn’t mean to do it. The knife was there on the counter. Then it was in my hands. Then she was dead.” Carolyn sobbed.

“You stabbed her 27 times and smashed a pumpkin over her head.”

She continued sobbing. “It’s all a blur.”

I didn’t buy the sob story. “You brought a change of clothes. You planned this.”

“She was going to tell my husband about the affair.”

“Don’t you think he would have figured it out eventually? It’s Grant’s child, isn’t it?”

“She cut me out of the will. That bitch forged the signatures. Everything!” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “Hannah always got away with everything. She always got whatever she wanted.”

“Did you get what you wanted?” I taunted.

“This was Grant’s idea,” she said, still sobbing. “He said it would solve both our problems.”

“Can you prove that? Do you have a text? An email?”

“No. It was just something he said. On more than one occasion. He was always encouraging me.”

Without hard evidence, Grant would likely walk.

“This little stunt you pulled put the life of your unborn child at risk.”

She sobbed more. “What’s going to happen to my child?”

A few nurses arrived.

“Excuse me, gentlemen. It’s time.”

We stepped aside and watched as they wheeled her out of the room to the OR.

“What’s going to happen to my child?” she asked again, her voice echoing down the hallway.

Jack frowned and shook his head. “Breaks my heart. That kid’s gonna grow up not really knowing his mother.”

“Sad. She ruined a lot of lives, including her own.”

“You buy the bit about Grant?”

“She’ll say anything right now. But it wouldn’t surprise me.”

We left the hospital and sped up to Oyster Avenue to meet the guys for soundcheck.

“You guys are late,” Crash said when we arrived. “We were beginning to think something happened to you.”

“We’re right on time,” JD said, feigning confusion.

Crash shook his head as the band rushed on stage and took their places. Floyd and Pinky had loaded all the gear on stage and set everything up. All the guys had to do was play.

Styxx clicked off the beat, and the guys broke intoBulletproof Love.