Cuco’s pov;
The moment I stepped out of Azalea’s house, it felt as though I had lost a part of myself.
I pulled my jacket tight around my wounded shoulder and walked, forcing myself to walk slowly. Detective Moss’s words replayed in my head.
This didn’t come from lifting engines
He sounded as though he knew something. Did he?
I shook my head and let out a deep sigh. If he did, I’d already be in cuffs…or a body bag.
Still, I didn’t look back at the house until I reached the corner.
A blue sedan at the other side of the street caught my attention. It’s engine was on and the lights off.
I furrowed my brows and kept walking. But the moment I turned around the corner, footsteps followed.
Hurried footsteps.
My heart rate sped up and I began to run. Pain tore through my shoulder a
