He knows nothing of those dark roads she’s travelled, those dark deeds she’s done, the doors she’s locked her innocence in. That Joy Green is gone. Those keys are lost. Jackie loves a memory, that’s all, and what good did love ever do anybody anyway.

A crack rock-bottom is beneath rock-bottom. It’s a slab ceiling in every direction. A concrete box filled with guilt. During the chase you’re focused. The only thing that exists is the fix. Your mind is lost in the now, in the journey. Your life, everyone you’re hurting, everything you left behind, it all quiets down until you find this bottom, this moment of clarity. And when you find it the guilt is upon you. There’s nowhere to go. Not until the fix frees you.

This is no quick fix. There is no Band-aid big enough for his life.

Joy Green has that beast in her. That thing that devours. That greedy parasitic whisper that resides in the bones. And it’s just getting started with her. The only way out is to slay it and Joy’s not the slaying type. Now Cesar’s calculating his losses and he’s livid, with himself, blinded by his own ambition, too stupid to see that thing in her, knowing that beast is going to eat and thinking…Why not be the hand that feeds it?