When the call ended, he put his phone back in his pocket.
He felt disgusted in himself.
Dragging Matt into this. Needing help. Like a loser.
He hadn't made it out in time. His plan hadn't worked. They knew his real name. And now he needed help.
Near was winning. Again.
It was getting to him. Near was getting to him.
He had lost.
For now.
He couldn't let Near win.
Waiting for Matt to arrive was unbearable. Mello felt weak, in every sense of the word.
The car finally drove up.
Matt tried to help him inside.