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Patrick
You can’t hide . . .
I threwmy phone on the desk and leaned back. I didn’t need this shit.
“Mr. Whitley. There’s a call from the Bedford Hills Correctional Facility.”
“Who is it?”
“Heather Buchan”
Ugh. I could hardly think of anyone I wanted to talk to less. Even though she was in prison, it still felt like she held all the cards and I had to play by her rules.
I clicked and unclicked a pen. “Put her through.”
“Mr. Whitley, thank you for taking my call.”
Believe me. I wish I’d been out of the office.
“What do you want?”
“You owe me.”
“I paid that debt.”
“My brother is in prison, so you haven’t.”
Knowing I’d defended Huxley Buchan, the monster Trish had been married to, was a guilt I’d never get over.
“I got him out on bail. You two fucked that up. Not me.” I clicked and unclicked the pen faster.
“The bar association would be highly interested in what you did.”
And there it was. The string that she still held me by. The reason I answered this damn phone.
“I wasn’t formally charged.”
“I could see to it that you are.” Surely she was out of favors with the bureau after everything. But was it a chance I was willing to take?
“Too late. Nobody wants anything to do with you after what you did.” While that was true, she could very well open her mouth and spill what I’d done. I hadn’t wanted to go to jail back then and I sure as hell didn’t want to go now.
“You helped facilitate the whole thing.”
I felt sick. “Enjoy prison life.”
“I’ll save you the cell next to me. Make no mistake, Mr. Whitley, hell is coming for you.”
I slammed the receiver down. Had she been texting me from jail? Was she the one sending me those messages? How? There was no way for me to poke around without drawing attention to matters I didn’t want to bring to light. At least soliciting a prostitute wasn’t as bad as the other stuff from my past.
If she came out with the fact I’d been part of her sting operation, I’d figure my way out of it. At least, I could relax about that.
I grabbed my coat and shrugged it on. What I’d done to help her and her brother,thatwas unforgivable. I shuddered to think what could’ve happened to Trish. Heather was right. I had helped facilitate the whole thing by getting her bastard brother out on bond.
“You’re already leaving?” Gerard asked as I passed his desk.
“I have somewhere to be.”
“I know it’s Friday, but it’s early, even for you.”
