Chapter 19
December 21, 2025 at 4:04 AM
Madeline and Maira picked me up the following Saturday. I told them everything.
“We’ve got to get you out of there,” Madeline said.
They kept my notebook.
When I returned to the boat, dread settled in.
Then footsteps.
“Angela?”
“No. I’m Alaina.”
Angela’s twin. Or so she said even though I wasn’t buying it.
“Witness protection,” she claimed. “Where’s the notebook, Jamie?”
“Fuck you.”
She smiled. “I have no regrets about killing your dear little perfect Michelle,” Angela said. “I wanted you and I took what I wanted.”
But she didn’t know the room was wiretapped.
Now the Feds had her confession and not just my word.