ELENA POV
The afternoon dragged.
Three PM came and went. Martina was at the library now.
Four PM. He should have met the person by now.
Five PM. Was he coming back? Or had something gone wrong?
I tried to distract myself. Did push-ups in my cell until my arms burned. Read through old discovery documents. Anything to keep from obsessing.
But my mind kept circling back. What if it was a trap? What if Martina was arrested? What if Brighton's people were waiting?
Six PM. Dinner arrived some kind of stew that smelled like feet. I forced myself to eat a few bites.
"You're gonna waste away, Castellano," Tanya called from her cell. "Can't fight if you don't eat."
"Not hungry."
"Yeah, well, your lawyer was here earlier. Saw him in processing."
My head snapped up. "What? When?"
"Like half an hour ago. Heard the guards talking about it."
He was here. He was back.
That meant the meeting happened. But was it good news or bad?
