The shit in the contract was highly vague, but still …
I couldn’t piece it together. What were they doing behind closed doors?
Landon’s phone buzzed, and I found myself looking at the Discord app on my computer to see if it was Imani texting the group chat. But both Imani and João were offline, and nobody had said anything in the chat.
Shifting through the police chief’s documents, I pulled up one about my father’s death and Akio’s family. I stared at it for a couple moments and gritted my teeth, fingernails cutting into my palms until they nearly split open.
If Imani knew about this, she would drop Akio faster than—
Another buzz.
I glanced over at Landon, who sat in the same spot with his hand over his bullet wound.
“Fuck, I wish I’d brought those pills. This shit’s a bitch.” He winced and sat up to grab his phone, frowning at the screen.
“Is that Imani?” I asked, glancing down at our Discord group chat again.
Neither she nor João had been answering our texts tonight. Usually, João wanted to work on week nights, especially when we were so close to exposing Redwood for all it was. We had even taken care of Carter by ourselves.
João never missed a chance to kick the shit out of someone like him.
He must’ve had something going on tonight. Or someone.
Landon inhaled sharply and drew a hand over his face, grunting. “No.”
“Who is it?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Unknown number.”
“They’ve been calling you all night.”
“If it was important, they would leave a message.”
After eyeing him for a couple moments, I turned back to the documents on my laptop. My stomach tightened, my heart pounding inside my chest. No matter how much I looked at these documents we had stolen and scanned, I couldn’t figure it out.
And I could almost always figure shit like this out.
But something didn’t feel right. This was Redwood for crying out loud.
Nothing was ever right here.