We were going to meet Illeana’s contact, completely relying on the word of a well-known drug dealer. If Moses had lied, I was going to kill him. That was, if I didn’t die first. I sat on my front gate while I waited, drinking in the night air. The moon had always brought something out of me, as if giving me life, and hunger sometimes, but on that night, all I felt was fear. The unknown contact had unsettled me, but the way everything seemed to be spiralling out of my reach kept me awake. Too many skeletons rested in too many closets. Too many lies seemed to grow and multiply before my eyes. Who could I trust? Even I was keeping secrets from Peter. I pressed my fingers against the long burn down my right arm, flinching at the sting of contact. I knew I had to help the twins, but how could I put Peter second when we were so close to finding out more? And if my suspicions were right, one solution could lead to the other. Everything was connected, and I feared someone had laid a path for me to find my way into the middle of it.
