Chapter 11
Sleep eluded me. I stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars I’d stuck to my bedroom ceiling when I was ten. They no longer glowed, though, and were now yellowed with age—a bit like I felt. What had happened at Josie’s rehearsal dinner tonight had only just begun to sink in and made sense. Brad had been engaged to follow Wil as part of an operation to catch Rocky Cordelli and his associates. Brad had explained to me that Wil wasn’t who they were after. He was simply a way for them to get to Rocky. Everything in the middle—including me—was collateral damage. He also told me that if Wil cooperated, he would be unlikely to serve any time. Not that that made me feel any better.
I wriggled to a sitting position. How did everything get so off track? My life had gone from calm and on trac
