“I can have a car here in ten minutes to take you there.”

“You would be safe, Maeve.”

“You could leave this city behind forever.”

I looked at Victor, then at Roman, who remained silent, his gaze fixed on the ledger.

If I ran, I would always be looking over my shoulder.

The debt wouldn’t vanish just because I was in another state.

“No,” I said, my voice firmer than I felt.

“I am not running.”

“If I leave, I am just a fugitive.”

“If I stay, I can help you find who did this.”

Roman looked up from the table, his dark eyes locking onto mine.

“It’s a suicide mission,” Roman said.

“Then let it be,” I said.

Just then, the phone on the desk rang again.

Not my phone.

The landline in the corner of the office, which had been dead for hours, began to blare.

We all froze, the loud ring echoing off the bare walls.

The mechanical ring cut through the damp air, a harsh, violent sound.

Declan’s hand went immediately to his hip, his knuckles turning white against his holster.