Amelia’s POVRafael was the first to break the silence that ensued afterwards. He leaned back in his chair, stretched like he owned the damn place, and said with a lazy grin, “Eitherways, this is getting boring. Let’s just do the sensible thing. We’ll call in a lawyer, draft an NDA, and tie a bow around this mess.”The suggestion was so calm it rattled me. Like he’d expected us to end up here all along.“A nondisclosure agreement,” I repeated, forcing my voice to sound even. “That’s your solution?”“Not just mine,” Rafael shrugged. “Ours. You don’t speak and we don’t send you to your heavenly father, whoever that is. It’s tidy, none of us needs the press up in our asses, no ledgers plastered all over the six o’clock news.” He flicked his fingers toward Mateo. “You always did like tidy, didn’t you?”Mateo didn’t answer, but his silence was enough. He reminded me of a sheep with claws, which was just a weird description anyways.Vasquez, however, smiled. The kind of smile that belonged
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