She took his hand. They'd been through so much, Roxanne was sure she could handle what he had to tell her.
“I confronted Baxter."
“You what?" she asked, widening her eyes.
“I meant to just watch him, try to figure out what he's up to," Tom said, not meeting her gaze.
“Tom, he's in on it, I know. I saw him that day I - you – we got arrested. He was standing outside by his car."
“By my house?"
“Yeah, it was weird. How did he know?"
Tom c****d his head. His body stayed still but Roxanne could tell his mind was racing.
“I don't know, but I don't like how he treats people. I saw how he was with this waitress and it was…" Tom's face tightened, and he clenched his fist a little. “You don't have to tell me, but I know something happened that day I met you."
Roxanne's eyes started to wat
