Akio stuffed his hands into his pockets and paced around the room, worried etched onto every inch of his face. Blood was splattered all over his shirt, which no doubt belonged to the police officer he had kidn*pped earlier.
“I hate this town,” Akio said, shaking his head and looking at the ground.
“What did you do?” Imani asked. “What happened?”
“My parents have been in on this,” he said to me, shaking his head. “They’ve been in on this whole thing that has happened to Nicole, every single f*****g thing that goes on in Redwood. I should’ve done more. I should’ve stopped this earlier.”
“Slow down,” I said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from my back pocket and handing him one. He swatted it away and continued to pace the room, his strides becoming even faster. “What the f**k happened?
