Chapter 87

Alaric's POV

I glanced at the pictures, my brows furrowed.

They were pictures of Mrs. Donovan carrying a baby trolley.

I lifted my gaze from the photos and settled it on James.

"Is this all you got? I need more, James. This shit isn't enough." I sneered and tossed the photos away.

"Their neighbor...

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