CHAPTER HUNDRED-THIRTEEN

LUCA'S POV.

I read the message several times until I replied.

Me: What plan? How can I help?

Raymond: I'll need to see you.

Raymond: You'll need to come to the station.

Me: Okay I'll be there as soon as you text me the address.

Raymond: Sure, I'll do that. Sorry you have to leave your wife.

Me: it's no problem.

Immediately the address was sent to me, I shoved my phone into my pocket and practically ran back to Scarlett's hospital room. A nurse was there now, giving her some injections while she lay in silence, staring at the wall blankly.

"Hi," I said, getting both their attention. "uhhm... I'll have to leave now, just for a while I'll be back soon."

Scarlett frowned at me. "Leaving? Where are you going to?"

"I'm going to take care of some stuff," I said, scratching the back of my neck. I don't know why it was so difficult to keep the truth from her. I mean, she completely did not need to know about the person who tried to kill her, or that I was currently in touch with the pol