“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” I said. “Hell, neither of us knew.”
“Yeah, but I had this gut feeling about her, especially after she admitted to banging Breaker. Dammit, she’s probably been feeding them information about us all along.”
“There isn’t much she could say,” said Tank. “Unless, she’s been listening at the door or –”
“Or recording us with some kind of listening device,” he cut in, a murderous expression on his face. “In fact.” Slammer waved his thumb toward the doorway. “Let’s go outside and talk. Now I’m all f*****g paranoid.”
“What about us?” asked Cheeks. “Can we do anything to help?”
He rubbed a hand over his face and then murmured in a low voice, “Actually, yeah. I need you to get over to Griffin’s and keep an eye on her, without Layla, of course.”
“Okay,” she replie
