Chapter Nineteen
In hindsight, I suppose I should have called Vargas back, or Ramirez, at a minimum. I’d been warned by both about my continued involvement, yet even the threat of jail couldn’t sway me. Unfortunately, selective listening wasn’t my only flaw. I’d also inherited stubbornness from my parents. I hoped it wouldn’t prove fatal.
I shook my head, time was running out and Charlie was about to be formally charged with murder. I had to trust my gut and forge ahead, no matter how harebrained my scheme might have been.
I wanted to tell Leah my plan, but when I snuck a peek into her room, only tufts of hair were visible from beneath the covers. Instead, I left her snoozing, justifying it as much-needed rest. Nicoh, too, was crashed, his large frame sprawled across the bed, head burie
