Chapter Six
I wore a pattern on the carpet as I paced back and forth, nibbling at the nubs that had once been nails.
Had I made the right decision involving Martin?
How would Ramirez react? Actually, I knew the answer to that. “Badly” would be an understatement.
The better question was—what would he do once he found out?
Was Leah hurt? And Shelby?
Was Tamryn involved? If she made contact and was willing to discuss the situation with me, could I trust her? What if she reported back and it made matters worse?
What if I ended up getting Leah killed?
Too many “ifs.” And far too many questions to which I had no answers.
I considered calling Martin back and telling him to pull the plug—that I had been overreacting—but despite my restlessness, I couldn’t justify doing so. Not when I had
