Becca.

As I stood before Neal, staring at him, trying to process the words that he had said, I felt my heart slowly beat faster. A man that I had shared a bed with many times and grown to care about was a cold-blooded killer.

How was it that this kind, gentle person who had done everything in his power to take care of me could kill people without hesitation?

I didn't know if I could believe that any of it could be true. I couldn't see Neal being that ...