Page 118 of Ricochet

“Because…” She dropped her head into her hand, rubbing her forehead. “It’s someone you work with.”

Once again, Javier didn’t respond, and this time Adelia pulled back the phone back to see if the call was still connected. “Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” He cleared histhroat “I don’t know what you got yourself into, who you’re messed up with, but if we’re dealing with an associate of Titan, you’ve got big problems.”

She pinched her eyes closed. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Drop the phone, Adelia. Run back to Colin. If someone is looking for you, I’m the first person they’d wait for you to call, and this is an unsecured line.”

“But—”

“We’ve been talkingtoo long. Just run.”

His tone gripped the last calm nerve she’d had been holding. Adelia stood up, her plans to slip the phone back to the stroller long gone as it slipped from her fingers and hit the grass. She sprinted toward the safe house, hating how she hadn’t—or couldn’t—see what was safe or right anymore.

Everyone wanted her dead, and she wanted only to commit one heinous, humanitarianact before she died: kill Gloria to keep her from trafficking again.

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