Denver.
“Where is she?” I asked, voice low but edged with tension.
“She’s in class now,” came the reply on the other end.
“Good. Keep eyes on her. Don’t let her out of your sight—not for a second. She’s to be followed at all times.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied before the line went dead.
I exhaled slowly and dropped the phone onto the table beside me. The cigarette between my fingers had burned almost to the filter, forgotten in the anxiety chewing at my mind. I took a long drag, hoping the smoke would settle something inside me.
It didn’t.
Across the table, Trigger watched me in silence.
“How is she?” he finally asked.
“She’s fine,” I said tightly. Then added, “For now.”
He leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. “What are you gonna do? You know she’s not safe in that school. Not w
