Tabitha's POV
I was curled up on the white couch in my living room, legs tucked under me, scrolling through nothing on my phone, when it started buzzing again. Constantine.
For the tenth time today. Can this b*tch stop calling me already?
I hissed loud, long, and ugly. Then I pressed the power button and let the screen go black. I was done listening to that woman cry.
She had one job. One tiny job. Put three drops in Stephanie's drink and walk away. Instead her idiot son drank it himself and marched straight to the police like a robot. Now he's sitting in a cell confessing to every crime he's ever committed, and Constantine keeps ringing my phone like I'm customer service.
I don't keep useless people around me. Never have. If can't do a job, you're of no use to me.
A hard knock banged on the front door. Three loud thuds.
