chapter 22

molly

I sank back in my chair.

“He’s also a CI for the police.”

A CI. Confidential informant, and a hit man. “He diversified his street résumé.”

The corner of Ashton’s mouth twitched. “We got into his phone, and he received a call four hours earlier from Detective Worthing.”

Every muscle in my body snapped to attention. “What?”

“I sent my men to pick up the detective so we can have a talk about this man.”

Alarm sirens were blaring through my whole body, but also a whole different type of alarm was sounding. “He’s a cop.”

“Yes.”

“You’re picking up a cop to talk?”

“Yes.”

I was remembering when they were at Easter Lanes—“Wait. Easter Lanes? Is someone still covering me there?”

“We’re paying your cousin to run Easter Lanes while you’re with me.”

“He can handle covering for a shift, but not any longer than that. He’ll mess everything up.”

But wait again, Detective Worthing. “Worthing called you that day, and you said that he did. I saw the look he gave you and how his partner reacted.” I w