Chapter 12
Jarrett sat back as Trevor spent the next two hours trying to convince Eli to go to the police.
“How many people have to die before you start taking your own life seriously?” he demanded. When that tactic didn’t work, he’d jabbed a finger at Jarrett. “Do you really think it’s fair to drag him into your drama? Think about his safety, if you’re not going to think about your own.”
To Trevor’s credit, it almost worked. Eli had stopped his compulsive pacing and stared at Jarrett like he was going to cry. Jarrett had hated the plan to abandon the safe house, but he couldn’t blame Eli for being scared. After all, one official had already been corrupted enough to get close enough to him. Baptiste’s murder tainted every decision he had made since.
“You have to do what you think is ri
