It sucks that no one I care about will be there.
Fuck, I’m lonely.
There’s a knock on my door, and I open it to find Bishop standing there.
“Hello, Lena. I just have some questions for you, if you have time.”
“I have nothing but time. Come on in.” I step back, giving him room to pass. “This is convenient because I have some questions for you too.”
We walk into the living room and have a seat across from each other.
“How are you feeling?” he asks me.
“Fine. I have headaches once in a while, but I’m told that’s normal.”
He nods. “Good. I’m glad you’re healing. Lena, I have to ask questions about Chelsea.”
I frown over at him. “Is she in trouble?”
His eyes narrow. “You don’t know.”
My stomach rolls.I never know anything.
“Well, why don’t you tell me?”
Bishop blows out a breath and pulls his hand down his face. “Chelsea was the one responsible for feeding information to the people who tried to take you.”
No.
“She was having an affair with Rogers, and he was feeding her drug addiction in exchange for inside information on your whereabouts.”
This is impossible.
“She’s currently in jail, awaiting trial, and she’ll end up in prison for the rest of her life for treason.”
I’m simply staring at him, not even blinking. I don’t want Chelsea in my life anymore, but I wouldn’t wish this on her. She was on ...their side? She was my best friend!
“This is impossible.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s not. It’s the truth. I need to ask questions about specific times and dates that the two of you were together and what she was privy to.”
“She was privy to fuckingeverything. She was my best friend. My only friend, thanks to this fucked-up life I live. Jesus.” I stand and pace the room, my heart hammering. “She could have had me killed. She could have hadGideonkilled.”
I hate that her weakness was used against her, but she knew that I would get hurt, andshe didn’t care.
She didn’t care.
I spin and stare at Bishop, who’s now also standing.
“Please tell me he’s okay. Dad said he is, but—”
“He’s in Montana,” Bishop says with a nod. “The three of them are safe, Lena.”
My shoulders drop in relief. “Why isn’t hehere? Or better yet, why am I not there? No one will fucking talk to me, and I can’t get his number.”
Bishop’s face is hard, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to answer me.
“Pleasetalk to me. I’m not a child, Bishop. I deserve to know what in the hell is going on.”
