“Weaver?” I asked.
He nodded.
“I feel like we’ve talked more in the last few days while I’ve been in this hospital than I have with any of my past relationships combined,” I said. “But I did learn today, after overhearing his conversation, that I might not know it all.”
Let this man try to figure out what it was that I knew.
I wouldn’t be telling.
“I heard his conversation.” He pointed at the speaker by my bed. “I hacked into that.”
“You’re a hacker?”
He nodded. “A good one.”
“Why are you hacking into my things?” I wondered, then my frown deepened. “Did Weaver ask you to?”
I wouldn’t blame him after what I’d overheard earlier.
I may not know everything, but I had a very distinct guess, and I was trying pretty damn hard not to think about what that meant.
“No,” Apollo admitted. “I’ve been watching this town since I found it.”
Since he found it?
“Why?”
He leaned forward so that his elbows were resting on his knees. “I’m going to talk, tell you a hypothetical situation, and see what you think.”
“Okay…”
“If you tell anyone about this hypothetical situation, I will make sure that your body is never found.”
My stomach somersaulted.
“I…”
“A year or so ago, I found out that my woman had a brother in prison that didn’t really deserve to be there.”
I blinked but didn’t speak.
“Fast forward a bit of time, and I found a way to get him out,” he continued.
“Okay.”
“Hypothetically, I did that in a way that meant when he was out, he had to disappear to a town that was small enough and far enough away that he wouldn’t be recognized.” He leveled me with a look. “Where he could go on a hike, and save the life of a woman getting attacked by a bear.”
My belly sank.
Romeo was his brother-in-law?
And the man sitting next to me was the one responsible for breaking him out of prison?
Somehow, I knew this wasn’t a hypothetical anything.
I also started to allow my brain to formulate the answer from earlier that I wasn’t allowing myself to think about.
Weaver had escaped from prison.
