“Not going to f*****g lie,” Landon said, holding up the manila folder we had stolen from the police chief’s home office and clutching his stomach. “Whatever is in here has to be big if Jace paid us two million dollars for it. I’m kinda afraid to open it.”
I snatched the folder from his hand. “Don’t be a baby.”
“You sure you don’t want to wait until Jace—”
“No.”
Deciding that Jace Harbor was probably getting f****d right now because he was taking too f*****g long with Nicole, I flipped the flap open and sifted through the paperwork and evidence that the chief must’ve hidden from the detectives during the investigation into Jace’s mom’s death years ago.
It was no accident.
Who would’ve thought that the corrupt police would be in on it?
“This s**t is bad,” I said, reaching for a letter
