Page 32 of In Death, Love Survives
I know that it breaks a dozen rules to do this. I could very well be setting myself up for failure against Wolfe. He could say a dozen things that could get me in trouble for not recording.
He leans forward toward the table. Our faces are close, but there’s still a distance.
“Come on, dollface. Live a little for me, would you?”
Slowly, I sit back upright with my finger on the button. He doesn’t break eye contact with me as I do.
My thumb grazes the button, but I don’t press it in. If this is how I get Wolfe to trust me, then for some reason, I’ll take it.
“I’m ready to listen,” I whisper.
I sit upright with my pen in hand and cross one leg over the other.
“I sent my friend Caleb to check on you Friday.”
“I know.”
He quirks up an eyebrow in amusement.
“We talked.”
Wolfe grins as he takes that news in.
“You didn’t know that,” I guess.
“Not yet. I’ll talk to him soon.”
“He didn’t visit you this weekend?”
“Caleb’s needed elsewhere while I’m in here.”
A long pause. He shared more about Caleb than he needed to.
“I don’t have many friends,” I admit.
A truth for a truth.
“Why is that?” he asks.
“A complicated past. I can’t trust people.”
Wolfe’s eyes widen slightly at my admission.
“Well, dollface, people are fucking hard to trust, so I get that.”
“One day, I hope that changes for me.”
Wolfe crosses his arms against his chest as he eyes me up and down.
“I hope that for you too.”
I glance at the recorder and back at him. He clears his throat, knowing that this opportunity together, unrecorded, may be a fluke.
“A leader takes responsibility when something goes wrong. That’s what I did.”
“You took the fall.”
He scoffs as he uncrosses his arms.
