Twenty-Two - MeyerI got out of there as quickly as I could. There was blood on me, Ruins’ blood, and I did my best to hide it just in case any nosy neighbors were looking out of windows from behind lace curtains. Not that there’d be a lot of lace in this neighborhood. I paused to stare at the picture, the one with Ruins and the woman, reminding me not so subtly of myself and Nadia.
Where was Ruins’ woman? Dead somewhere? His fault?
Probably. And now Nadia was missing, taken by Martin’s men, and there was no question in my mind now that they’d do whatever they had to to keep me in line. But what did that mean? Did it mean they expected me to take the fall for ratting out Spin without so much as a fight?
“That sounds like the gist,” I muttered to myself as I slid into the car. I sat there
