The water cascaded over me, hot enough to scald, but I didn’t care. I needed the sting to focus my thoughts, to clear my mind from the whirlwind of emotions and confusion. The shower was the one place where I could think, where the noise of the world was muffled by the rush of water. But even that wasn’t enough to block out the voices seeping through the bathroom door.
Marshall and Tony were talking in the living room, their voices a low rumble, but the words were unmistakable. At first, it sounded like another one of their casual conversations about business—talking about shipments, the airstrip, and how Trevor would play into their plans. I almost tuned it out, but then, something they said caught my attention.
Marshall’s voice took on a darker, more calculated tone. “We’re going to tw
