“What if I refuse? What if I don’t want to do it?”
“We leak your name.”
Renne scoffs. “You’re just like them. Worse. They’re not pretending.”
“We’re only asking you to change the targets.”
“Targets? I never targeted anyone. I was supposed to testify. I was supposed to tell the truth of what I saw that night. Now you’re asking me to be a mole.”
“Target is just informal speech.”
“I don’t speak that way.”
“Start now,” he hisses, sounding angry with her.
“Welp, his days are numbered,” Declan says.
“Minutes, not days.” I sling on my holster.
“Did you hear anything while you were at the Crossbow house?” the man asks.
“I heard lots of things. We talk, you know. But I’m not telling you a damn thing until you answer my questions.”
“I don’t have a lot of time,” he says.
“Make time, damn it. This is my life. What about the trial?” Renne asks.
“If you can give us Connor Crossbow and become part of that circle, there won’t be a trial.”
“No more running? No witness protection? I just keep doing what I’m already doing?”
“Essentially.”
“And what’s in it for me?” she asks.
“She’s considering this, Con.”
“Be quiet, Dec.”
“You would become an asset. Pension once the case is concluded. Life insurance for the duration of the assignment. These are bad men. Connor is the worst of the worst.”
“A monster, you mean?”
I hang my head.
Next to me, Declan says nothing. His silence speaks for itself.
“Yes, a monster.”
“But Cassian Macarley walks away free,” she says. “He murdered all those people.”
“Cassian Macarley is Connor’s uncle.”
“My favorite uncle,” I correct.
“What? What?! Why…why are you just telling me this now?”
“Lower your voice.”