Chapter 31

"You haven't been honest with me."

Rowan flinched, though her great uncle's words were more statement of fact than accusation. "No."

"Why?"

"Because you'd have worried and you already had enough stress. See also, two heart attacks in the past four months." She gestured toward his chest.

"Tell me now."

She dropped her gaze and fiddled with the tab on the can of Coke Nash had brought back from the vending machine. "There was more to that bad call where Reyes died than I let on." She stopped, wondering where to start. Wondering how to start. She'd spent so much of the past few months keeping everything locked down tight, telling no one because she didn't know whom she could trust.