"Tell him I'm not my father. My father gathered evidence. I gather graves."
Her jaw tightened. "You expect me to believe that?" skyla novea abella danger
She turned her phone over in her palm. No signal. Of course. The alley had been dead air since she arrived. Jamming tech wasn't cheap, but the men she was running from had bottomless pockets. They owned judges, cops, and at least two colonels she knew of. Skyla had no one. Just a fake ID, a dying phone battery, and a scar on her ribs from the last time she got too close to the truth. "Tell him I'm not my father
She didn't move. "I don't know that name." a dying phone battery