Abigail
I gaped at the screen in disbelief, refreshing the news over and over. The headlines were on every single news outlet on the internet I could think of.
Damn, Finnegan hadn't hesitated; he really wasn't playing around.
This was something I couldn't have managed on my own. The police wouldn't even listen to me, and the one time they did, Gavin still got to roam around scot-free.
Now that his picture was plastered all over the media as a wanted man, that should make his life a little difficult — I prayed to all the saints above that it would.
That asshole deserved to suffer after everything he put my best friend through; hell, he was the reason we couldn't even sleep in our apartment right now.
The thought sent a warm flutter through my chest. He had told me to let him handle it. It felt strange letting him, though. I was used to fixing my problems myself. Knowing I had someone like him I could lean on made me feel all giddy inside.
