MELISSA
“I still don’t know why we’re heading to the seaport,” I said, crossing my arms as I followed Nicho towards the car. “Isn’t this a waste of time?”
Nicho didn’t even flinch at my words. He glanced back at me, “Going to the seaport will help us more than you think,” he said. “Once we get there, we’ll learn if Damien’s uncle is working with someone else.”
I raised an eyebrow, still unconvinced. “And how exactly are we supposed to find that out?”
For a moment, Nicho was silent. He stopped walking and turned to stare at me.
Then, sternly, he said, “Don’t question my methods. Trust me.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you until you explain your plans. You can’t drag me into some wild goose chase without telling me what’s happening.” I stared back at him, voicing my concern.
Before Ni
