53. BLAKE
BLAKE
PRIVATE MESSAGE
Ryker: Any news about our friend? *thinking face emoji*
Me: Are you seriously putting this in writing? Did you have a stroke?
Ryker: Wow, someone’s extra charming today.
Me: YOU. The actual lawyer. The one who gave me a two-hour lecture about “electronic paper trails” when I’d texted what Knox said in one of my visits.
Ryker: Relax. I’ve had this app since law school. Military-grade encryption.
Me: Right. Because no one’s ever hacked anything “military-grade.” *eye roll emoji*
Ryker: Speaking of people avoiding my questions … heard from my sister lately?
Me: …
Me: …
Me: Why would I have?
Ryker: Interesting response time.
Me: What’s interesting is how smoothly you just pivoted from friend to Tess.
Ryker: You just called her Tess.
Well, shit.
Me: This is stupid. I’m hanging up on this text.
Ryker: That’s not even a thing.
Me: Watch me.
Ryker: Blake.
Ryker: Blake?
Ryker: Fine. But if you’re lying to me about either of them, they’ll never find YOUR body. That’s not a threat. It’s a promise from your lawyer.