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My voice is steady now. Stronger.

Jenna laughs.

Sharp. Cruel.

“Bullshit,” she says.

She moves closer, leaning down until her face is inches from mine.

“You think I’m stupid?”

I meet her eyes.

“Yeah,” I say. “I do.”

Jenna’s hand moves fast.

She slaps me hard.

My head snaps to the side. Pain explodes across my cheek. I taste more blood.

“Jenna,” Lionetti says, his voice calm, but there’s a warning in it.

“Not yet.”

Jenna steps back, but her hands are shaking. She’s barely holding it together.

Lionetti looks at me again.

“Let’s try a different question,” he says.

“Who did you contact?”

“Who did you tell about what happened?”

My stomach drops.

The phone call.

He knows.

I don’t let it show.

“No one,” I say. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lionetti tilts his head, studying me.

“Interesting,” he says. “Because we intercepted a call. From a burner phone. To your mother.”

“You told her Inez was safe.”

“That she was being rescued.”

My heart is pounding, but I keep my face blank.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I repeat.

Lionetti leans forward, elbows resting on his knees.