I rub my lips together. “Actually, I wasn’t.”
“What?!” Xavier roars.
I cover his mouth with my hand. “Not so loud.”
“You left him?” he hisses.
“What was I supposed to do? Just sit there all day and do nothing?”
“Yes!”
I shrug. “I had classes.”
“You knew he was going to arrest her if he got out.”
We’re whisper-yelling at each other. “You’re the one who ran off.”
“To help her.”
“So was I.”
“By leaving him?” he seethes.
A cop passes us, and we both go deathly quiet.
“I need to think,” Xavier growls, rubbing his hair. “Outside.”
He marches off again, so I follow in his footsteps. When we’re out and about, he walks to a little park down the road, and I chase him. He sits down on a bench, so I sit down right beside him.
“Can you fucking let me breathe?”
“No. I need to know what your plan is.”
He eyes me up and down. “You think I still trust you?”
I grimace. “I didn’t let him out.”
“Right …”
“I wouldneverbetray her.”
“Then who did?”
“You’re forgetting the possibility that maybe he freed himself,” I suggest.
He snorts. “Right. From those knots? I don’t think so.”
“There were multiple cops there during the search, according to Aspen’s friends. Maybe he got a hold of a cell phone somehow or a beeper.”
He looks away to mull things over. “Someone must’ve given it to him.”
“Wasn’t me. I swear,” I say, holding up my hands.
He narrows his eyes at me. “Fine. Say it wasn’t you. That means we’ve got another enemy.”
“Or maybe, he already had it with him when we tied him up.”
“Where?”
