Sammy’s glabella wrinkled like a tree trunk as he frowned, watching Renato pace back and forth in front of him.
“Will you take a seat? You’re making me dizzy.”
Renato didn’t pay attention. His mind was occupied by his agile leap to a parked bicycle across the ambulance that was carrying Reman and his wife. He pedaled his way to freedom and avoided being locked in jail. And it had been his second night in hiding with Sammy, without even visiting his brother’s funeral.
“I… I didn’t want to escape,” he said, eyes welling.
“But you also don’t want to be in jail. Good choice.”
He looked at Sammy, surprised at what he said.
“Good choice? Are you telling me that killing my brother is an ideal option?!”
“Don’t get me wrong, but you only stopped him from spilling the tea for us to be free,”
