Relic had explicitly proven that he didn’t give a damn about her by tossing her into the middle of his ploy, but a part of her wondered if she’d mislabeled his uncaring request. It could’ve meant trust. The same trust that he’d need to have in someone to show them his pickup location and where he stashed over a half million dollars in pure cocaine. Relic’s words and actions weren’t coinciding, and Kennedy had no damn clue which one to believe.
