Phoenix’s POV.

“His body isn’t even warm in the ground and we’re sitting here in the d*mned office talking about politics. We need to be out there ruling out foul play!”

“You don’t need to remind me about my son's death, Miguel,” my father barked back. “Do not mistake my focus on propriety on my thirst for justice and need for avenging my son's death—”

My heart might as well stopped breathing the moment I walked into that cabin, and scented ...