Chase didnât know what else to do. His business was dragging him down and all he wanted was to escape the hole he had literally buried himself into. Tonight had been one of the roughest nights. It hadnât been the tent fire or the expensive party that had gotten him to this point. Tonight had he had to do something he never thought heâd do. It hadnât been on purpose â he was trying to defend himself. But who would believe him? The drug dealer? The drug dealer turned killer⊠Chase was in the bathroom but he hadnât bothered to lock the door. When he had come in, he hurried through the dimly lit space and scurried into the bathroom. His face was covered in blood but he didnât seem to feel any pain.Â
throughout her career, emilia mastered the art of being quick on her toes. there was never any telling what a prosecution team might do in an attempt to win a case. but now, standing in front of a bloodied man, emilia was frozen in a mixture of shock and confusion. âahem.â she began, arms crossing across her chest as she finally regained her composure. âthereâs...something on your face,â









