[Camden]
I don’t tell Kendall about the noise from yesterday. It was probably just my paranoia, plus, she’s already anxious, and I’d rather her feel safe, even if this morning only took her mind off things for a little while.
I call Dante while I’m checking the perimeter of the safe house.
“Any news?” I ask as soon as he picks up, my voice low.
“Not yet,” he answers, a hint of frustration sharpening his tone. “Angelo swears he spotted Marco running down the highway, but he couldn’t catch up with him after the party, so who knows.”
I frown, glancing toward the dense treeline on the edge of the property, every nerve on alert. “Angelo doesn’t drink. Why wouldn’t you believe him?”
Dante sighs, a faint rustling sound in the background, as though he’s pulling on his hair. “I don’t know, i
