I said softly, kissing Carlo’s shoulder. He was awake. He always woke up before me, even in the middle of the night. Every time I woke up from a nightmare he was there, waiting to take me in his arms and soothe my nerves. Even though the nightmares were fewer and far between in recent months it was as if his body never got the memo. “Mmm Hmm,” He mumbled into his pillow. It was early, the sun hadn’t even come up yet but I was wide awake. My mind was spinning, formulating my plan, going through the possible scenarios and outcomes. “Unless you think I could just call him?” Carlo groaned and rolled to his back, “No, the conversation needs to happen in person. Even if the phones aren’t tapped you need to be able to get a read on him in case it spooks him. Can’t risk him going to the cops.” “Mouse wouldn’t do that,” I stated simply. “Anyone is capable of anything.
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