TIGER NIP, BOOK 3
The end of the week dragged itself into his life like a slow rolling tide. It had to be one of the worst weeks he’d been through since Sasha died. Even then, he had to say, that period of time went by quicker. There was at least resolution with her death. They knew what happened. Who did it. Where she would be buried and when the service was. There was nothing left unanswered. Unlike everything in his life at the moment.