Romain
The silence that falls upon the cabin doesn't match the storm raging inside my head.
Roger...he's the one who planned this whole thing?
"Why would he do that?" I ask, wanting to get things straight. "Why would he frame me when he died in the fire that day?”
“He didn’t die,” the head enforcer claims. “He paid me after you were arrested.”
I feel sick to my stomach, but I do my best to keep my composure. The man is trembling, and for some reason, I don’t think that he’s lying. He wouldn’t lie about something like this.
Would he?
“You don’t believe me,” he says. “Well, you’ll believe me when you see him for yourself.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know the exact location, but I know he has a place in the middle of the woods. He’s been there with some chick for years.”
“And you just
