“I’m glad you came,” Angela said to Diego as they walked out together. “So I guess now we’ve both got a target on our backs.”
“We always did,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
His phone buzzed and his pocket, and he pulled it out, only to immediately start cussing. He turned the phone to show Angela, and her blood went cold.
“He can’t know already,” she said in horror.
“Just stay calm,” Diego said as he answered the phone.
“D, I need to see you right away. Bring Angela.”
With that, Germaine hung up.
“What do we do?” she said with apprehension in her voice.
“I guess we go. He may not know what we’ve done, and he’ll be more suspicious if we don’t show up.”
He grabbed her hand and led her to his car.
. . .
When Diego and Angela walked into Germaine’s apartment, it was completely dark. They thought he wasn’t home until they heard him laughing from somewhere in the large room.