My voice is steady now. Stronger.
Jenna laughs.
Sharp. Cruel.
“Bullshit,” she says.
She moves closer, leaning down until her face is inches from mine.
“You think I’m stupid?”
I meet her eyes.
“Yeah,” I say. “I do.”
Jenna’s hand moves fast.
She slaps me hard.
My head snaps to the side. Pain explodes across my cheek. I taste more blood.
“Jenna,” Lionetti says, his voice calm, but there’s a warning in it.
“Not yet.”
Jenna steps back, but her hands are shaking. She’s barely holding it together.
Lionetti looks at me again.
“Let’s try a different question,” he says.
“Who did you contact?”
“Who did you tell about what happened?”
My stomach drops.
The phone call.
He knows.
I don’t let it show.
“No one,” I say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lionetti tilts his head, studying me.
“Interesting,” he says. “Because we intercepted a call. From a burner phone. To your mother.”
“You told her Inez was safe.”
“That she was being rescued.”
My heart is pounding, but I keep my face blank.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I repeat.
Lionetti leans forward, elbows resting on his knees.
