Chapter 17

Spencer slammed his fist down onto the heavy, solid-wood desk. His knuckles collided with the wood, producing a dull, heavy thud. The skin over his knuckles swelled and bled, but he felt none of it. The only pain he could feel came from his chest. It was a tearing, hollow agony, as if his heart were being ripped apart and scooped clean. It hurt so badly that he could barely breathe. "Chris!" Spencer snapped, jerking his head up. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice came out hoarse, like the dying roar of a cornered beast. "Dig into Mason's past five years, including every time he was with Suzanne. I want the dates, the locations, and every detail. Nothing gets left out." The madness and pain in Spencer's eyes made Chris's heart jolt. He immediately lowered his head. "Yes, Mr. Price." That night, at Mason's private club, in the most secluded suite on the top floor. The thick soundproof door was shut tight. The main lights were off, leaving only the dim ambient lighting in the cor