#Chapter 281: Nice Guy

Hannah “Tell me everything, Alvin.” My cousin sat in the chair across from me, manacled hands clasped together on his lap. Aside from a cold metal table and an orange jumpsuit, there was nothing between us. Nothing to keep me from lashing out at him in the way that I’d been dreaming of for months now. And yet Alvin was as cool as a cucumber. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said calmly, tilting his head to the side. “Why have you called me here, anyway? I’ll have you know I was perfectly happy playing cards with the other inmates when you showed up.” I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to leap across the table and throttle him. “You’re already in prison, Alvin. There’s no point in playing stupid.” I leaned back and folded my arms across my chest. “I know you were working with Noah’s father to give me those contraceptives.” Alvin’s eyes widened a little, but he quickly schooled his expression back into one of innocent confusion. “