"Emily, are you there?"
"Yes, I am," Emily replied, her eyes fixed on the screen.
"It's Gustavo," Mary said. "He worked for Edward. You can trust him."
Emily frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Emily, he's good."
"Then why is he here?" Emily asked, suspicion creeping into her voice. "How did he know I was here?"
"Um," Mary hesitated, clearing her throat. "To talk."
"Talk?" Emily’s frown deepened. "Talk about what?"
"Edward. He insisted that he needed to talk to you about it."
"Like a cop?" Emily asked, her anxiety rising. "Is he a cop or something?"
"I don't know, but trust me—you don't have a reason to be scared of him," Mary assured her.
But that was easy for Mary to say. She wasn’t the one with a baby on the way, fighting to get her brother out of jail. Besides, last night Emily had le
