ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE – STORIES AND STORIES…

“What the hell was he doing at our house?” Luke asked no one in particular.

“I have absolutely no idea, your lordship. Thankfully, he’s still at the station. We can pop in and ask him a few questions before we interrogate Michaelson.”

Luke quickly got to his feet.

“What are we waiting for, then? Let’s go.”

They piled into Luke’s SUV and fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the station. McGregor hurriedly led the way to the interrogation room. He’d called the station in advance so Jim was already waiting for them there.

The moment McGregor and Luke walked into the room, Luke lunged in Jim’s direction and wrapped a hand around his throat.

“How did you get into my house, you drug addicted bastard? Who let you in?!”

“Your lordship! Sir, please let him go. You’re hurting him.” McGregor pleaded.

Luke ignored him, tightening his hold.

“He deserves it.” He growled. “He fucking deserves it.”

McGregor grabbed Luke’s shoulder and tried to pull him away from the choking man but Luke was not hav
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