There’s no way I was ever going to call the cops. I don’t need them sniffing around my business. But I thought if I pushed her, she’d break, tell us what we want to know.
And as soon as I saw her reaction, the fear seeping out of her every pore, I knew I had her.
But I never expectedthat.
I never imagined the tables would turn so quickly.
“You get me what I want, and I’ll tell you what I know. I promise,” she says, hope brimming in her stare.
I scrutinise her again, trying to find something, anything, to hint that she’s playing me.
I already know what I’m going to do.
If there’s even a possibility she’s telling the truth, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.