CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Would you stop talking?” Layla said, trying to cut Drew off, but he kept ranting.
“You just couldn’t keep your head down, could you?” Drew said through the phone. “I told you not to piss anyone off. I should’ve known that was beyond your capability. How did you draw attention to yourself this time?”
“I did not draw attention to myself,” she said, fixating on the strip of exposed brick in front of her. “You’re the one up there causing all this trouble and I’m the one who got shot at! A little sympathy here, brother.”
“Okay, you’re right, okay, I’m sorry. Tell me again what happened?”
“We were shot at,” Layla said.
“How many shooters?”
“We didn’t see the shooters,” she said. “They were gone by the time Ruger got down the stairs.”
“Okay, how many shots?”
“Just one
