Chapter Twenty-One
I’ve lost all sense of time. But I don’t care about anything but seeing Roxi. And I’m done talking with these assholes until I see her with my own eyes. Jackson clears his throat, but I don’t need any more coaching. I raise a hand. “We can talk after I see Roxi.”
“They’ve gone to fetch her, but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t tell you to not say anything to her. She’s a material witness at the very least, they could be holding something over her head and using her to get to you.”
I strike the table. “She is not a mole.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Like hell I don’t,” I growl, done with this s**t. He’s right though, I’ve seen Feds turn innocent people into weapons because they’re scared shitless. This is so far above Roxi’s pay grade it’s not funny. “Can you check
