Jason paced the small room, running his hands through his hair, his eyes darting between Abel and Carl's lifeless body, which Abel had covered with one of his bed sheets.
He was still clutching the gun, not seeming to want to put it down.
"Why do you even trust that guy?" Jason asked in a taut voice. "For all we know, he could have gone to get more of this guy's pals," he said, indicating Carl's body. "We should really call this in, Abel. If they find us here, we'll be murdered as well."
Abel paused, considering Jason's point.
It was a valid argument.
Jake was out there, and he could be pulling strings neither of them knew about. But Abel shook the thought away.
At this point, he'd take his chances with gangsters rather than cops.
He'd never survive the system, not with how deep they were already.
Besides, something told him Jake was with them. He had been the one who'd warned him about Carl's plan, after all.
