Page 144 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Oh, yes, of course,” he mumbles as he reaches for me. Brad picks me up underneath my arms and drags me along the concrete away from Taby and Cordelia.

“I tried,” he whispers.

“What?” I mumble.

“Get apart. It’s the only way you’ll be able to take her out.”

“Who isshe? Cordelia?”

“Yes. She’s the Marlin.”

I gasp.

“The Marlin?”

“I don’t have time to explain here.”

Brad continues to drag me, and finally, we’re in another nearby room off the main open floor. I stand to my feet but keep my hands bound together in case it’s a trick. I have no idea whose side Brad’s on.

He looks at the door we just came through and then back at me.

“I need a favor,” he says.

“What is it?”

“Get Noelle out.”

“I…”

“Don’t fuck with me. Get her out of this.”

I nod in agreement.

Brad starts to take off, but I grab hold of his shoulder.

“Wait. Where are you going now?”

“Did Ace tell you what they call me?”

“Yes. Brad the Bull.”

“It’s for a reason.”

My eyebrows dip inward in confusion.

“Ace is in the back of this room. Get him. Separate. You’ll find what you need on the second floor to prove that Cordelia is the Marlin. Tell Ace to get to the roof and wait. My guy will only get there if someone is waiting.”

“Your guy?”

“He’s going to help.”

“Okay,” I answer, more confused than ever.

Brad takes off back to where Cordelia and Taby were, and realization hits—Brad the Bull is going to try and take out Cordelia and Taby. It’s a suicide mission that he can’t tackle alone.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

A groan sounds from nearby. Following Brad’s instructions, I go deep into the back of the cell and look for Grant. That’s when I still.

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