C88

MELISSA

“I still don’t know why we’re heading to the seaport,” I said, crossing my arms as I followed Nicho towards the car. “Isn’t this a waste of time?”

Nicho didn’t even flinch at my words. He glanced back at me, “Going to the seaport will help us more than you think,” he said. “Once we get there, we’ll learn if Damien’s uncle is working with someone else.”

I raised an eyebrow