Every time Blake said the word ‘murder’ it sank in a little more that his family was the reason I was sat on the floor of this grimy run-down apartment in San Jose.
He was supposed to see murder as a job.
“Do you think I will ever be safe, Blake? If I run away now, will you tell your family? Are they watching us now, anyway? Have they been watching me since I got here?”
“I was the one who was supposed to be watching you. I mean… not like outside your window or anything, but it was me who was keeping an eye on you. My brother won’t risk hanging around after what he did today, and my dad thinks that kind of work is beneath him. Actually, it’s kind of a big deal that he showed up here rather than telling me and my brother to sort stuff out between us.”
“So I could run away right now and I
