Chapter Nineteen

Bonnie

As soon as they were back inside, she threw her bag by the door and sat on the bed. Bonnie sighed. Better clear up the little white lies I told first, she thought.

“There really was a fire, but it wasn’t started by an ex-boyfriend.”

Dylan nodded at the confession, but didn’t seem fazed by the fact that she had told a little white lie.

“When I got there, I knew it was a message. And the message wasn’t for me, it was for my little brother,” she said.

“Your brother? The security guard?”

Bonnie nodded. “He witnessed a murder. Unfortunately, the murder was a professional hit by a crime family called the Trio. They’re a small organized crime group, but they’re growing. He’s in Witness Protection now.”

Dylan frowned. “So what led you to here?”

Bonnie sighed again, then began to tell the story.

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She told Dylan everything that happened in her dream. The fire. The man in the crowd. The gesture he made. The overwhelming feeling of dread that she felt.

She looked around, trying to fig