Page 121 of In Death, Love Survives
He squeezes my hands together and looks at me incredulously.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I am.”
Wolfe lets go of my hands and scrubs one down his face and then through his hair.
“What’s his name?”
“Sam. Sam Snow.”
“Fuck,” Wolfe yells.
I push myself away from Wolfe.
“Baby. No, I’m sorry. I just know of Sam from prison.”
“I assumed you would.”
“He tried to get me to help him with some… problems in there. Toby approached me about it.”
“Right. Toby. Of course, Toby knows Sam.”
“I’m sorry, baby. If I had any idea, I would have…”
“Killed him. Then you would have been in there for life as well.”
Wolfe sighs knowingly.
I’m right.
What happened between Wolfe and me was unexpected, and if Wolfe had known my full story, then he would have killed Sam, and we would have never had this opportunity to be together.
“Baby. Please never be afraid to tell me anything.”
“I’m not. It’s just not something I like to talk about.”
“I have to ask.”
“Anything.”
“Why did you take the job there knowing Sam was already there?”
“I needed the experience. And truthfully? Maybe part of me wanted to show him that I did something with my life. That I lived and was free, and he wasn’t.”
“I’m surprised the administration would allow it.”
“Crawley? He doesn’t care about anyone other than himself. That includes his employees.”
Wolfe shakes his head.
“That shouldn’t be how it is.”
“You’re right, but it’s the truth. Now you’re out, and I bet Crawley is dying to have you caught and put back in there.”
“Yeah, so they can transfer me to god fucking knows where.”
“Exactly. Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow is another big day.”
