DIABLO
I rest my hands on the steering wheel, trying to stay calm. April’s voice cuts through the silence like a knife.
“I don’t want to know everything,” she says. “I just want to understand why a cop was talking to me and trying to make me blame you for a dozen murders you say you didn’t commit.”
I sigh, watching the rain hit the windshield. “Because Sloan wants me locked up. He’s been trying for years. Ever since I stopped his side business with human trafficking, he’s hated me. I freed every person he was selling, and that destroyed his little empire. That was ten years ago, and he’s never forgiven me. Now he wants revenge.”
She looks at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable. “So why not kill him?”
For a second, I think I misheard her. “What did you just say?”
“You’re
