Chapter 586

In the office, Patrick Collins watched Ruby stumble out, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Beckett, that was pretty brutal," Patrick said, glancing over at Beckett, who was seated in his chair. Beckett slowly spun the chair toward him. "Brutal?" His voice was calm and cold, his eyes even colder. But when he dropped that word — brutal — there was the tiniest hint of a tremor in his tone. Patrick froze, swallowing hard, realizing he probably said the wrong thing. For Beckett, keeping his cool and not letting his fury drive him was already a massive effort. That he chose to stay within the boundaries of law rather than act on his darker impulses — that was his silent agony. With his skills, making Ruby vanish without a trace? Not exactly impossible. Giving her a taste of hell wouldn't be that hard either. But he didn't. He was waiting. Waiting for the kind of justice that came slow, but hit hard when it finally did. Patrick remembered the year Beckett lost his mom. He'd asked him then, "Want