Bruce
I should have known before they even stood up. The activity in the restaurant was just too much in such a short time. Even on busy nights, it wouldn’t be this full, but here we were. So when she stood up, and when they all c****d their guns, something at the back of my mind had already warned me what was happening. All that time she spent on her phone, typing furiously—I should have known. I should have seen that it was the way she was communicating. But Barry hadn’t detected anything strange. No calls, no text messages, he had said. She must have used another way.
And damn, it hurt like hell.
This wasn’t the first time I’d been in this situation. The last major betrayal I faced was about eight years ago, before Esmerelda, before Josephine. It had been a friend, a man. We had just
