Jane POV
"It wasn't me!" Derick's voice blasted through the speaker of my phone, rattling my nerves even more.
I scoffed and paced the floor in my heels, tears streaking down my mascara-smudged cheeks. "Then explain to me why my boyfriend is lying in a hospital bed, Derick! Why is Nick the one bleeding and not Nara?!"
"I don't know, Jane! I swear, this wasn't me!" he insisted, his voice cracking. "The plan was to get rid of Nara, not Nick! Why would I hurt your boyfriend? That makes no sense!"
I stopped pacing. My heart was pounding so hard I could barely hear him. "Are you sure?" My voice broke, and I didn’t even try to hide the sob. "Are you sure he wasn’t the target?"
"I’m sure," he said. "But... do you know if he's dead?"
My entire body went still.
What the hell kind of stupid q
