“Alright,” Shadow drawled, “enough chit-chat. Let’s get to it.” He nodded to one of his men, who produced a burner phone and slid it down the bar to me.
Not giving myself time for any second-guessing, I picked it up with shaking hands and dialed the number that I still knew by heart. I put it on speaker and laid it back down on the bar. My stomach churned as the line rang once, twice…
“Who’s this?” Craig’s voice answered, suspicious and gruff.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself.
“Craig? It’s… it’s me. Laura.”
There was a long pause on the other end of the line. When he finally spoke again, his voice was sharp and cold. “What do you want?”
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to sound meek - the way I always used to appease him when I was afraid. “I… I wanted to talk to you. Can we me
