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But maybe not.

Maybe the voice telling me all will be well once he’s here is telling me the truth.

But I can’t know that.

What I do know is that I can’t do this. I can’t lie to him and lure him into what is meant to be his death. I could not live with it. What’s left of my life could be very short and I won’t spend it betraying a friend. More than a friend. The only person who can handle me at my worst and not run.

Come what may, I will not betray him.

I let the phone slip through my fingers and crash to the floor, breaking, I hope.

“No, I won’t call him,” I say. “I won’t be responsible for more death.”

The silence that falls over the container is absolute. Gazz’s face is contorted into a nasty grimace of anger, disgust and fear. But I only have eyes for the gun pointed at Ariel’s head.

What comes next is here.