CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Satchel felt antsy as he sat with Janelle and his father, and he noticed them exchanging worried looks. Finally, his father put his silverware down and cleared his throat.
“What is it, son?”
Satchel drew in a deep breath. “If I tell you something, it can’t leave this room.”
Janelle squeezed his hand. “You know it won’t.”
So, he told them about the FBI, about his role in gathering information on Raziel Ganz. “The first time I met the man, I knew. Gut instinct. The guy is a snake.” Satchel sighed. “And he’s got his hands on Winter. I believe he torched her home, so he could “save” her. I believe he’s taken everything from her so that she’ll stay with him.”
Patrick sighed. “Son… we warned you about that girl.”
“She’s in trouble, Dad, and goddamn it, I’m… I care for he
