Chapter Twenty-One
Decker
I disconnected, feeling a little guilty that’d I withheld some of the goods.
Then again, I needed to make amends. A lot of this was on me.
I’m not saying I was responsible for setting up the events that had transpired. But things had put me off my game—I’d bought a few lies along the way. And now, people were dead.
On my watch.
It’s time to pay the piper, Decker. I could hear Pops mumbling to me from behind dentures that didn’t quite fit.
Damn straight, Pops. I can make this right.
And so I’d lied to the people who were relying on me.
I accepted that.
And I moved on.
It had, in my opinion, been simply a lie of omission. The real lie I still needed to weed out. And I certainly didn’t intend to involve these people any more than I already had.
It was, af
