For reasons I didn't understand, Blackwell refused to sit down and explain things to me. He walked off. Perhaps I should have seen that coming. After Blackwell's refusal, suddenly, reporting my situation didn't seem as appealing as it did minutes ago.
There was only so much the police could do, and alerting them about the mafia could send me to an early grave—a very foolish act.
Screw protocol!
I needed to find Kimberly.
I sprang up and chased after her, hoping she had not gone too far. Sprinting out the door, I ignored the startled look on the faces of the officers.
"Kim!" I called out, my voice echoing off the walls. There was no response. I jogged further into the lot, peering between cars as I searched for her. But there were no signs of her. My stomach sank. Maybe she’d already l
