21. Consuming My Mind

VOKTOR

I left the office trying to control my emotions. Every time I saw that fucker's face, I wanted to fucking tear him to pieces. She didn’t come home the other night and I knew exactly where she had been. I smelled him on her the following day, even if it had been very faint. Nothing much went past my nose.

Which was one of the fucking reasons I’m so pissed that I can’t find a clue to track