As the days went by, the boredom of the safe house began to drive me crazy. I had nothing to do. Thankfully, Casey kept me up on the progress they were making with the data on the USB.
I was happy for the information she gave, but it wasn't enough. I needed to hear about Marlowe. However, no matter how many times I asked, the only thing I was told was that she was being protected. What the fuck did that even mean? Was she in witness protection, or not?
A few more days had passed when, finally, Casey entered through the front door, her face unreadable. "The DA's ready to see you," she stated. "He's going to offer you immunity if you give him your full cooperation."
"When do we leave?" I asked, more than ready to get this entire fiasco behind me.
"Now," she stated, "But one wrong move and the deal is off the table," she told me.
"Don't worry" I told her, bracing myself for whatever was coming.
Minutes later, as we drove to the DA's office, I played over every situation that could possibl
