CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
circle of trust
Wes flies onto the front porch, summoned by my outburst.
“What the hell is going on? Are you all right?”
I’m crying so hard, I can’t speak. I lock eyes with Len, waiting to see what he’s going to do—if we’re letting Sergeant Singh in on this development—and offer a subtle shake of my head. Felix said he wants whatever Hale Watts has, without the police seeing it first. If we tell Wes, they’ll go in and clean up.
We might already be too late, given that Watts’s body is evidence and currently in a morgue freezer somewhere in Vancouver.
“She’s fine. Everything catching up to her,” Len offers, moving to my side and dropping a hand on my shoulder.
Wes kneels before me. “Lara, sweetie, don’t cry. Come here,” he says, pulling me into a tight hug, ignori
