DIABLO
Diego is going to try to take her.
That thought should make me laugh. It almost does.
Men are already wrapped around his house, watching every door, every window. He does not move without me knowing. April is safe with me. Completely safe. Unless something goes wrong, unless I misjudge him, unless I already did.
The bathroom door swings open as I step back out. April is still there, sitting by our lane, head down, thumbs tapping at her phone like nothing in the world has changed. The sight of her hits harder than expected.
The bathroom pulls me back almost instantly.
Joe lies where he fell, sprawled on the soaked tile, head slumped against the toilet bowl. Water pools around him, reflecting the lights above. The smell is worse now, metal and disinfectant mixing together.
His
