“She’s just implicated us in the murder of her husband, you know that, right?” I pointed at Blakely. “We know somebody’s dead, and we know she killed him. So, even if we don’t agree to help her—” I glanced at Blakely, quickly shifting my focus to her again. “Which, by the way, what exactly are we helping you with?” I didn’t give her time to answer before I turned back to Meg. “Either way, she’s gotten our hands dirty. You don’t see that? You’re just going to know about a murder and keep your mouth shut?”
