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“No decision is permanent. Well, almost none.”
Why didn’t that bring me any consolation? “You’ll keep—”
“I don’t lose things,” he said carefully.
Alma wouldn’t breathe without someone from Salvatore’s crew knowing. I hated to think of what I’d owe him later, but I’d worry about that when the time came. He’d never threatened me, never held anything over my head.
Then again, he didn’t have to use threats. I already knew what he was capable of, and I preferred not to end up that way.
“If . . . anything out of the ordinary happens . . .”
“I’ll keep you informed.” There was a beat of silence before he added, “I couldn’t do what you are doing. You’re a better man than I.”
With those parting words, he was gone.
They were meant as a compliment—maybe—but they didn’t feel good. Like I didn’t have the courage to take retribution on Alma.
She’d put me through hell for what seemed like eternity.
Death was too easy for her.
I wanted her to suffer. Immensely.
Daniel would ensure that the police would find every bit of evidence proving Alma’s and Peters’s guilt in association to Penelope. That was justice.
In some way.
I drummed my fingers on the arm of the chair. “So we cleaned her out, did we?”
Whitley’s expression turned smug. “Oh yeah. Nothing but an echo in her bank account.”
Being poor was worse than a bullet wound to Alma. We might be strangers, but I knew her well enough to be certain of that.
And a life behind bars? She was really going to hate that.
“What do you think is worse for her? Being destitute or behind bars?” I rubbed my chin.
Whitley’s grin was shark-like. “We don’t have to choose because she’s getting both.”
CHAPTERTWENTY
JOJO
“I don’t likewhat I’m hearing.”
Dr. Ellis put his stethoscope to Penelope’s chest again and leaned in. The room was silent except for the noise of the machines.
When he straightened, he frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Panic bubbled up in me. I gripped Kane’s thigh.
Dr. Ellis pressed the call button near the bedside. “Ana, I want to do an MRI of Miss Cunningham.”
“What do you hear?” Kane asked harshly.
“An irregular sound with her heartbeat. It could be nothing, but I want a scan to see if there’s anything I can find.” The doctor spoke as if we were chatting about the most mundane thing in the world.
How could he be so calm? Was something wrong with Penelope?
