Chapter 57

"I need your help," I instruct firmly, pulling open the boot of Michelle's car. It's a sleek jet black SUV with tinted front windows — perfect for this kind of plan. "What do you need?" Ben responds on the opposite end of the phone. I breathe in sharply, unable to believe I'm about to ask him such a ridiculous question. "Do you have a gun?" I ask him quietly. The moment the words leave my lips, I regret them. Guns have always terrified me. The small object with such a powerful consequence...