Jane's POV
My thoughts went wild. Killing… who? Talked about what?
“Marisol who is killing who? What are you saying?” I reached out and felt something wet and sticky on her sleeve. Blood. My stomach twisted.
She pulled away from my touch. Her eyes were wide and kept jumping from corner to corner like she thought someone—or something—was hiding nearby.
“The man… the one from the garden. He found me. He knows… he knows what I told you.”
“Slow down. Breathe.” I helped her sit on the edge of the bed. “Tell me everything. Who hurt you? Where?”
She was breathing fast and hard.
“Near my apartment… I was getting out of a cab. He came from nowhere… really fast. He knew my name. He said… he said I should’ve stayed quiet.”
I felt ice in my veins. This wasn’t just someone robbing her. This
