Wes' POV
-Present Day-
I watched the CCTV image of Rebecca Joy—the woman I hadn't killed—being chased down the alleyway by a f*****g minotaur courtesy of Tartarus. f**k me, this was…
I was glad I was already sitting down as I watched the events of that night play out on a sixteen-inch screen. Watched as that psycho chased her down before she managed to fight him off and escape, only for her to be hit by my car.
I watched as I saw me stumble out, drunk as f**k to see her reaching out for me, to see me—
I'd held her hand. I sat on the ground and held her hand as I called the cops. I sat down on the ground and held her hand as she died. I was the last person she saw on the most f****d up night of her life.
Me.
And I hadn't even remembered it until Parker pulled it up in front of me.
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