Reese rolled her eyes as her cheeks heated. “We’re just friends.”
“Kenny said you came by her apartment the other day.”
“How did he know who I was?”
“Kenny knows everything. Nothing happens on that property without him knowing. Plus, he said Matty has been talking a lot about that girl named Reese.”
Reese’s breath caught in her throat. “She’s been talking about me?”
“So just friends, huh?” interjected Jayvon with a smirk. “Okay, as much as I’d like to see how deep we could make that blush get, I have to get to the morning meeting to get more details about what happened last night.”
“What happened?” asked Kerrie.
“A client’s wife called the desk last night. She said her husband was sending her texts from a cell phone.”
“Damn it,” Kerrie swore.
“That means there’s a phone in Sparrow. Great. Just great.”
“Do you know which client?”
“Payton.”
Reese groaned. It was her client.
“Okay, Jay, go on to the morning meeting and find out any other information. And would you mind asking Tyler to get us someone to do Group? We’ll have to flip the house, and it’s easier during group when they’re all at The Church. Reese, call the wife. See what her story is.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Got it.”
Reese wanted nothing more than to go home and not deal with the phone issue. A cell phone in the house was dangerous. Part of their treatment was controlling contact with the outside world. When they first arrived, they were usually too raw and disoriented. Keeping a barrier to the world outside of the rehab was important. Then there was the danger of having the ability to have someone drop something off. The road was literally in front of the house. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to drop something in the yard and drive off. Drugs and alcohol inside a house full of addicts would be perilous.
“Okay, so let’s hear it,” Kerrie instructed when Jayvon returned. They were holed up in the senior counselor’s office.
Jayvon looked down at his notes. “So last night Payton’s wife, Danielle, called and said he was texting her from an unknown number.”
“Did they go to the house?”
“No, it was after midnight, and they didn’t have the staff to do it. It was decided to let you two handle it today.”
“So the clients have no idea we know?”
He shook his head. “Not as far as I know.”
“Reese, were you able to get in touch with the wife?”
“Yes, but she couldn’t talk long since she was at work. This isn’t her first rodeo with him. He’s been in and out of jail and treatment for years. This is his last chance. The judge sent him here with the stipulation that if he doesn’t graduate from the program and successfully finish three months in a transitional home, then he’s got to flatten his time.” Flattening time was when a person had to serve the full amount of time of their sentence.
“How long’s he got?” Jayvon asked.
“Four years.”
“Damn, and she turned him in.”
Reese nodded. “She’s tired. They’ve been together since high school. Had their first baby at seventeen and then three more after that. She’s at the end of her rope. He either gets it together or he goes away. He knew the risk of using the phone. This is squarely on his shoulders. I hate it for him, but he knew better.”
“Okay, so do we have someone to do Group?”
