"No," reluctantly, she stepped forward, placing her hand over his chest, that was when she started lying, she wished she had mentioned it to Ollie, wished she'd asked him to go along with it when they were alone, but now it was too late.

"I can't love a murderer, Davis, especially not someone who murdered people I know. If you kill him, I won't want to go anywhere with you. If you leave them alone, I won't let them find us, I promise you."