Bait

Chapter 75

Gavin leaned against the kitchen counter, staring blankly at the black coffee in front of him. It was his only food for the last few days. Black coffee to keep awake, hot whiskey to keep his mind from Jessie.

The closer he came to finding Remi Martin’s associate, the more tricky the case became.

The events of the late fee days replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of anger and frustration.

After waiting for five days (which seemed like forever to him) Gavin came up with an idea.

If someone was really out to get his wife, then he had to fish him out, and what better was there to bait a fish than to use the very thing the fish wanted.

What he wasn’t aware of was how deeply hurt he had made the bait. What he didn’t know was how devastated he had left the bait.

The door creaked open and Franklyn walked in, his face almost scrunched up in tears.

Gavin paused, observing his demeanor.

“What happened?”

“That was unnecessary!” Franklyn yelled, “Why do we have to do it this w