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Charlie was going to die in Lou Moore’s filthy, disgusting van, with a bullet hole in his chest and Lou losing every bit of sanity he had.
Charlie supposed he deserved it.
All those hours he’d sat and watched little Bailey struggling with a bullet in her chest and done nothing while she died a little each minute had finally caught up to him.
The way that girl had suffered yet kept going just to survive...she was a far stronger being than Charlie could ever hope to be.
All those years he’d lived a lie with Celia ran through his head as he tried to fight the pain.
The suffering his brother’s family had endured because of his actions—suffering Charlie had had to watch, knowing he’d caused.
It was all replaying in his head. Charlie bit back the tears.
He forced his eyes to open again, to stare at the countryside as Lou drove them somewhere. He had no idea what Lou was planning. He doubted Lou, indecisive moron that he was, even knew what choices he was going to make.
Of all people to be dependent on when he had a bullet hole in his body, Lou was Charlie’s last choice.
He’d rather face prison than be in Lou’s care.
Charlie took his first good look around Lou’s van.
And that’s when he saw the other man staring at him out of terrified and resigned eyes.
“What the hell, Lou? Who is that?”
“Meet Glen Washington, my former cell mate. He’s the sonofabitch I was telling you about.”
“What are you going to do with him?” Was the man even still alive?
Charlie didn’t have a clue.