~CHAPTER EIGHT~
And Hardin?
He’s already putting the gun away, calm as if he just ended a meeting, not a life.
The warehouse seems to shrink around me as panic swallows my lungs whole.
I witnessed a murder.
A murder done for me.
And there’s no going back.
Hardin’s shadow falls over me, long and heavy, and when I look up at him, my voice barely works.
“I… I didn’t ask you to kill him,” I whisper, shaking so hard my teeth almost chatter. “I only wanted the tape gone.”
He stares at me with those cold, unreadable eyes that don’t blink, don’t soften, don’t care about the violence staining the floor behind him.
A man of few words.
“Get up,” he says simply.
My body moves before my mind does.
I don’t hesitate.
I don’t breathe wrong.
One wrong move and I could end up beside Steve, bl
