“But… I uh… can’t.”
“You can.” She demands.
“Sherri —”
“Drew. You want to do this job, you’re going to have way more awkward situations than having to talk to your ex.”
“Fine.” I pause. “Did Low have something to do with this?”
“No.” I hear come from the background before I groan, hanging up the phone.
* * *
Sitting in the visitation room, I can’t ease myself from what’s about to happen.
I can feel him as soon as he’s close to the door. As if my soul’s drawn to his.
It causes my leg to shake even more as I try to remain calm.
The guards cut their eyes at me as they walk into the room. They know who I am. They know who Z is, and I showed up enough times while he was locked up that they know my connections.
I know they want to say something to me, but they were told he’s meeting with his lawyer, which, even though I’m not, I’m close enough to count.
My eyes leave them because they’re standing too close to Eli, and if they see me look at him, I’m convinced they’ll be able to put all the pieces together.
My eyes remain diverted from him until I hear him sit down and the doors shut.
“They said I was meeting with my lawyer.”
“I took an internship with Sherri for the summer.”
I can tell from his eyes that he knows why I took it.
“You didn’t have to.” His voice is hoarse as he says it.
“I know.” I try to force down my anger. “The thing I don’t understand is why’d you do it?” I’m sure I unconsciously roll my eyes thinking about it.
“It’s more complicated than you think.” His eyes darting around the room, searching it.
“Don’t worry; The cameras are off.”
“I don’t want them thinking they can get anything out of you.”
“I fall under confidentiality.”
“I wasn’t talking about just them…” he glances at the door.
“Did you destroy evidence for the club?”
“No.”
I know he’s splitting hairs here, and I purposefully roll my eyes this time. “Did you destroy evidence for my brother?”
“If you’re asking me, I think you already know the answer.”
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes.” It comes out in a whisper as he nods.
