CHAPTER 53

Shay I was sent the job to kill you. Kill you. Kill you. The words kept racing around my brain. Who would want to kill me? And since when did Will become a gun for hire? I was nobody—less than nobody. “There must be some mistake,” I said, shaking my head. “Who would want to kill me? The only person with the slightest incentive would be Andrew and he is in prison.” Will cleared his throat. “Andrew was killed two days ago in a freak accident in the state penitentiary.” Shit,...