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“I wish he could have been happy, Vin. He deserved that.” I sigh. “But he’s in a better place. It’s Dad that confuses me more than ever. I’ve seen a side of him that I never thought I’d see. I never thought he would forsake me, but he locked me in a room once. He locked me in a room with his attorneys and the McAllister attorneys and Miles and his father. They were bartering for me. There was no landline going out, no cell phone service, and the door was locked from the outside. I couldn’t escape, Vinnie. They had me trapped.”
His eyes are wide. “God…”
“I couldn’t believe it either. I basically told them I wasn’t going to cooperate, and it must’ve tugged at Dad’s heartstrings a bit, because he let me off. He let me off as long as I took a job as a parole officer and did the favors he asked.”
“And you did?”
I bite my lip. “I did. For five years, and then I begged to be set free. And Dad made it happen. That’s when I moved to Summer Creek, got a job as a parole officer, met Falcon. Only to find out that I was never truly free.” I bury my face in my hands.
He reaches over and squeezes my shoulder. “I don’t think either of us will ever be truly free, Sav. But I’m here now, and you and I together will figure out what Dad, Grandpa, and the McAllisters are up to. And then there’s one other thing I need to do.”
“What’s that?”
His face darkens. “I’m going to see our esteemed grandfather behind bars if it’s the last thing I do on this earth.”
19
FALCON
Two nights.
Two nights of subsisting on Froot Loops for breakfast, peanut butter and jelly for lunch, and microwaveable macaroni and cheese for dinner.
At least I was moved out of the big holding cell.
I share a cell now with a meth head named Germs.
Seriously, he calls himself Germs. His actual name is Steve Germundson, and his teeth are rotted out, his eyes bloodshot.
He’s skinny as a fucking rail, and he leaves half his Froot Loops every morning.
I gobble up the rest of them. They don’t give me near enough food.
We don’t get any outside time because this is the county jail and there’s nowhere for them to put us. So I do what I can in the small cell. Sit-ups, push-ups, jogging in place. Working out until I’m a massive ball of sweat.
That of course just makes me hungrier.
“Man, Bellamy,” Germs says. “You fucking stink.”
I roll my eyes. “Funny, they didn’t give me any deodorant. You know, this being a five-star hotel and all.”
“Ease up, man. I just call ’em as I see ’em. Or smell ’em.” He erupts in laughter.
“Yeah?” I turn around and leer at him. “Well shut the fuck up. At least I don’t fart all night like you do.”
He shrugs. “Can’t help it, man. I’ve got IBS.”
“Yeah? Well I’ve got BO. Deal with it.”
A guard comes then, unlocks the cell. “Your lawyer’s here, Bellamy.”
“About fucking time.”
He cuffs my wrists and takes me to the interrogation room.
Lola’s already there with an iPad and a manila folder in front of her.
“Please tell me you have some good news,” I say.
