Chapter 20
I sped to Miami Correctional facility, which was stupid. Imagine being pulled over and telling a cop that you’re sorry you were going ten over, but in your defense, you were on your way to jail already. Thankfully, no one stopped me. I was not in the mood for any more cops.
All I could feel coursing through me was fury. Fury at everyone, but mostly Sam, for making me doubt my brother for the first time in my life.
I lingered in my car for a long time once I parked. Will was just inside the building. I could go in there and ask him point-blank, face-to-face about what Sam had just told me. But I knew what he’d say. I had asked Will about that night a thousand times.
The only thing I could look for was whether or not he reacted to this new information.
Which he would do only if he was lying. If he was the one who had actually killed Alex.
I was about to shove my phone into the console and go inside when it rang.
Tommy’s name and face filled the screen.
I immediately reached out to answer it, my hand trembling.
“Hello?”
“Rose?” Tommy’s voice was frantic, and I gripped the steering wheel to steady myself.
“Tommy?” I managed to keep my voice easy. “What’s going on?”
There was silence on the other end of the line. Fuck. A silence was not good.
“Are you still in Miami?” Tommy asked, not answering the question.
“Yes.”
“Are you driving?”
Are you sitting down? Isn’t that what people say when they’re about to deliver bad news? Every ounce of hope I was holding on to sank in my chest, a cage forming around it. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
“Rose?”
“No, I’m parked.” I closed my eyes, waiting for the information I knew was about to come through the phone. I needed to hear him say it. I needed to hear the words. A tear slipped through my closed eyelids, coating my eyelashes in the salty wetness.
Tommy’s voice broke as he said, “They found a body.”