"I…"
Leila faltered, her pale skin turning even paler—if that was even possible. For a moment, Florian thought she looked practically dead.
It was unsettling.
But Heinz was relentless, and Florian couldn't blame him.
"You, what?"
"I… told the chief I didn't know because I knew it would complicate things if I said anything."
'It's a good reason, but even I know that's just an excuse. She's lying.'
Florian had trusted Leila—too easily, too quickly. And now, he was realizing his mistake. He had been so desperate to help her that he hadn't stopped to consider the obvious until Heinz called her out.
Like the fact that she had supposedly been sick. So why had she been out at all?
And how had she known exactly where to find him?
Judging by the sharp glint in Heinz's eyes, he was thinking the same thing.
