CHAPTER 17
“WHO WERE YOU talking to on the phone?” Leo asked.
I’d unwrapped one of the waffles and taken a mouthful, but it was dry and bland. Not a patch on Monty’s.
“An acquaintance.”
“Someone who’s helping with this...thing?”
“Yes.”
Leo looked around the room, his gaze alighting on the window. “Is he here on the island?”
“She. And no, she’s not.”
“Then how...? No, I won’t ask.”
I chucked the rest of the waffle in the trash and stuffed my belongings in my bag. Leo watched from the bed as I unscrewed the broken air conditioning vent from the wall and retrieved more cash and my weapons.
“Here.” I threw his knife back to him. “Promise you won’t do anything stupid with that.”
He held up his hands. “I’m leaving things to the expert from now on.”
Then I paced. The repetitive motion
