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“He doesn’t deserve to live.” She turned to me, her eyes wide in her face. “You know what our fathers would do.”
I did. They would slit Caleb’s throat and walk away like nothing had happened.
I walked over Callum’s body, doing what I could not to step in his blood. It seemed to be everywhere.
Reaching out, I gingerly placed my hand over the knife. “We aren’t our fathers.” It was as simple as that. Carla had killed Callum out of self-defense, but she wasn’t a killer, and I wouldn’t allow her to become one.
There was a beat when I worried that Carla’s grief might have overcome her. But Carla released an exhale and allowed me to take the knife from her. She collapsed in my arms, and as much as I wanted to comfort her in the way she needed, we needed to get out of this room.
“Come on.”
Carla allowed me to guide her out of the room, and I was thankful. Sure, maybe Caleb would get away, but I knew he was just buying himself time.
Carla had not been lying when she said that the cartel liked to make examples of their victims. In some ways, Carla did Callum a favor, because when Caleb was found it was not going to be good.
“Do you remember how to get out of here?”
Carla nodded. “We are in the basement. I think that Callum was working in this building or something.”
Carla led the way down a dank hallway and up a narrow flight of stairs. My legs were shaky, but I ignored it. Carla was covered in blood, but I hoped that we were on a less busy street of the city, so that we might be able to get out of this situation.
“We need to get our hands on a phone,” I said as Carla led us out of the building.
Those were the last words I was able to say to Carla before I heard “Freeze!”
“Fuck,” I muttered. This night had gone from bad to really terrible.
* * *
When the police took us in, they’d immediately separated Carla and me. No matter how much I’d yelled at the cops about my family and who we were, they didn’t care. They’d swarmed the building, and the second they found Callum’s body, I knew that we were screwed.
“Do you want some water? Coffee?”
I’d been left in an interview room with an older cop. He tried to intimidate me at first, likely thinking that I was nothing more than some rich kid who’d ended up high and part of something tragic. What he didn’t know was Matteo, Luca, Fiona, and I were all prepped for how to deal with the police from the moment that we could talk.
“When’s my lawyer getting here?”
The cop released a small, frustrated breath. I’d asked for a lawyer the moment they put me in the interview room. I prayed Carla did the same. She was covered in Callum’s blood, and I knew that didn’t look good.
If she started speaking…I didn’t want to think about what could happen.
“Are you sure that you don’t want to talk before your lawyer gets here?” The officer tried this tactic for the last hour when he wasn’t trying to get me something to drink. “I’m sure that your girlfriend is talking.” He leaned forward as though the two of us were about to share some sort of secret. “Don’t you want us to hear your story before we hear hers?”
This made me snort. “Does that actually work?” I probably shouldn’t be antagonizing the officer, but it had been a long day, and I wasn’t able to pull out the stoicism that I normally shielded myself with.
The cop’s beady eyes narrowed. “We’ve got your little ass at the crime scene covered in blood, and I’m sure that when we run a full tox on you, we will find drugs in your system.” I said nothing. They would find drugs in my system. Not that I’d taken them voluntarily. “You’re going down, you little shit.”
Before I could reply, the door opened, and both my father and our family attorney stepped inside. “That’s enough,” Doc, who’d been the family lawyer since my grandfather’s time, said. “You are done questioning my client without a parent and representation present.”
The cop looked pissed as I leaned back smugly in the chair.
“He’s eighteen,” he reminded them. “He doesn’t need a parent present.”
Neither Doc nor my father paid him any attention. “Goodbye,” Doc dismissed him before taking a seat. I waved at the cop, ignoring the stern look on my father’s face. He was pissed.
I couldn’t blame him. This was a fucking mess.
The moment the door closed, I turned to Doc and my father. “Do you know what is going on with Carla? They separated us almost immediately. I haven’t been able to get them to tell me anything about what they were doing to her.”
