Chapter Twenty Eight
The heavy metal door of Jake’s office clicked shut behind us, cutting off the rhythmic, drumming roar of the storm. Inside, the only light came from the occasional blue flash of lightning through the window, illuminating the rain slicking off Jake’s shoulders and pooling on the wooden floor.
My body was shaking violently—partly from the freezing rain that had soaked through my clothes, but mostly from the sheer, staggering weight of what Jake had just revealed.
He had known. All this time, he had known my father was turning state's evidence.
"You knew," I whispered, my voice trembling as I wrapped my arms tightly around my chest. "Before you even brought me here. Before you locked me in that room. You knew what he was doing."
Jake didn't answer right away. He wal
