Page 67 of Faron (The Golden Team #8)

Aponi

I stared at the letters for hours.

You’re not as invisible as you think.

It sat on my kitchen counter like a bomb no one had defused.

I hadn’t slept. Hadn’t even changed out of my clothes. Just kept circling the apartment like a caged animal, replaying every case, every perp I’d pissed off, every loose end I thought I’d tied.

And in the end, there was only one person I trusted with this. One person who didn’t ask permission to burn the world down when someone came after his own.

I picked up the phone and hit his number.

It went straight to voicemail.

I decided to go to the rec room and talk to one of his team.