Page 60 of Freeing Denver
“I trust Taf.”
Reid shakes his head. “Colt, it’s you, and only you.”
What the fuck is going on? I trust Taf with my life. Reid knows that, so why would … he can’t think the rat is someone in my family? That isn’t possible.
We walk a few blocks, and Reid takes out a cigarette. “Toss your phone.” He throws his into a trash can we pass, and I do the same. I have a number of burners, everything important backed up on them. The farther we walk, the more my skin crawls with urgency to know why Reid is taking these steps.
We stop at the end of an alley. The street’s busy with it being a weekend, but no one cares about our conversation. In a bustling city, everyone is wrapped up in their own lives.
“Was Denver sleeping with Vince Capelli?” he asks.
“No, she wasn’t.”
He removes the cigarette from his mouth. “I’m not gonna judge you for marrying her if she cheated, Colt.”
“She wasn’t sleeping with him,” I say through gritted teeth. “Why?”
“There’s footage of Denver arriving at Vince’s house the night he supposedly died.”
My skin chills, and it has nothing to do with the falling snow. I lean against the alley wall, the brick cold through my jacket, and I try to breathe. Alistair said he watched Denver slit Vince’s throat. If the police have seen that, too …
“How much footage is there?”
He lets out a breath, smoke curling around his lips. “Enough for them to arrest her.”
“But not charge her?”
“No.”
So, they see Denver going to Vince’s home, but seemingly nothing from inside. For now.
“Can you get her out?”
He exhales deeply. “I’ll try.”
“Reid.” I step toward him. “Can you?”
“At the very least, I can have her out after these forty-eight hours have passed. We need to make sure that nothing else comes out, Colt. Is there something else that could tie her to this?”
Dante could. He was there, too, but even if he didn’t like Denver, he’d never rat her out to the cops. That isn’t how we work. And Lewis would rather take the hit for her than ever turn against her.
“Yes. There’s other footage.”
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He tosses the cigarette into the snow. “We need to know who sent it.”
An ache weighs heavily in my heart, a twisting sense of dread in my gut that I might never shake. “I already do.”
We return to Taf, JJ, and Lewis. Taf still looks wounded as we head back to the car, and Lewis says he’ll meet us at the house.
I don’t want to accept this. I don’t want what I think to be true. I know he would do this to her, but I never thought he’d do it to me.
The house is quiet when we get home. Taf and JJ follow me inside, and Lucas stands from the sofa when he sees us. Alistair is by the television.
“What’s happened? Why isn’t Denver with you?” Lucas asks. “Reid couldn’t get her out?”
I drop my bag by the door, my eyes fixed on Alistair. “Tell me you didn’t do it.”
Silence and tension pour into the room, a thick, heavy, almost tangible thing.
