CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

After days of hiding out on the outskirts of town to mourn and get over the death of Mindi, Agent Snyder was finally ready to return to his investigative duties, and although he knew fully well that he wouldn't be able to do that if Amy was still with him, the girl had refused to go back and be with her mother, and so, they were both in his Sedan and headed for another location where someone he'd been estranged from lived.

Amy was lively all through and vibing to all the songs on the radio. It was mostly contemporary music from artists that had all the catchy hooks, powerful kicks, and clean beats.

Snyder had ignored her all along, allowing her to sing along while he focused more on where they were going and what he was going to say to the person they were going to meet when he got there, but it got to a certain point when he couldn't anymore.

He got to the breaking point when he heard her sing some of the filthiest lines he'd ever heard from a certain song:

'I want to fuck in the mir