Page 120 of Twisted Hate (Twisted 3)

Thick, steamy air clogged my nostrils with each shallow breath when I pictured Josh’s reaction to the “break-in.”

No. It’s fine. I’m going to return the items, including the painting.

Maybe. Hopefully.

My mind raced as I ran through my scripts tomorrow, both for Josh when he inevitably tells me about the burglary and for the person whose help I needed.

My plan was simple, but it hinged half on reality and half on hope.

It would work, though. It had to work.

There was no other option.