Twenty-Five
Duke
I wrestled with calling the cops the entire drive to Cayo. Between muttering prayers for Alice and Careena’s safety and crafting the heated lecture I plan on giving my sister when I see her, I don’t come to a conclusion until I pass the Belmopan City sign.
Frankly, I’m surprised the cops haven’t caught up with the speed I’m going. I complete a two-hour drive in an hour and fifteen minutes. My feet are glued to the gas pedal, and I narrowly miss sliding off the highway several times.
My fingers tap the steering wheel as I focus on the road. I’m supposed to look out for a rusty path leading to the cabin. I’ll be there soon. It’s now or never. What do I do about the cops? Especially when my sister is the one who called Tony out? What if it harms more than helps?
Besides,
