Fifteen
“Oh, hell.”
That was definitely not the reaction Lulu had been hoping for. This was exactly why she’d begged Raul to stay out of sight until she could scope out the situation more thoroughly. She’d wanted to trust Tristan—she did trust him already to some degree—but she’d wanted to be a hundred percent sure.
“Tristan, listen to me. Be mad at me all you want, but we have to protect Raul. All of this is because of him.”
He threw up a hand. “Stop talking, Lulu. Just stop.”
She snapped her mouth shut. He hadn’t changed course yet. They were still chugging toward Lost Souls, which perhaps was for the best, after all. While Tristan had been examining the Desperado’s hull, she’d huddled with Raul and they’d decided to go directly back to the police station and tell everything to Maya
