♤Adrian♤
"You got him?" I asked, tucking the phone between my shoulder and neck while buttoning my shirt.
"He gave a fake signal. He was never really going to Washington," Axel said.
I froze, my hand still on the last button.
What?
"How the f**k did he pull that off?" I muttered, irritation flaring. Derrick playing me was the last thing I needed right now.
I had enough to deal with. My wife, for one. We’d crossed a line last night—one we couldn’t uncross.
And now, she was my next puzzle. Something wasn’t right. After our breakup, something happened. I didn’t know what, and it was eating at me.
There’s a scar under her wrist. What put it there? What did Maya mean when she said Astrid almost died? Why did Astrid shut down when I asked about the past?
No one was going to hand me the
