Chapter Twenty-One
I stare up at Captain Callahan’s ceiling fan, which is spinning so slowly I can’t even feel it. It only takes a few seconds for the blades’ agonizingly sluggish rotations to make me dizzy, so I bring my gaze back to Grace. One of her eyebrows is notched, as if she’s wondering if I understand the full scope of what her statement means.
Oh, I get it, I think back at her. By the freakiest of freak accidents, my father is telepathically linked with the most elusive man in the entire world. For this reason, Cordero wants my dad dead. Again.
Would he kill me, and anyone I care about, to make this happen? Yeah, that’s not a stretch to imagine.
“How…?” is all I can croak out.
“We don’t know,” Grace says. “What happened between Cordero and your father shouldn’t have happened
