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“Fuck! Don’t sneak around like that!” I snap.
“We need to talk.” He sighs. “This is going to suck.”
“I go,” Ace offers but Baxter shakes his head.
“Come out. It’s probably best everyone hears this in one go.”
Ace releases me and I quickly rinse my mouth out under the tap. It’s not ideal, but it’s the best I can do. Then we follow Baxter out of the bathroom to the corridor where the others are waiting in tense silence.
“Are you okay?” Thorn asks when he sees me. I nod.
“Are you?” I ask, blinking. I didn’t expect him to be back so soon.
“Absolutely fine. Just a little bruised. Little miss has sharp elbows.” I smile at that, but I’m not entirely sure I believe that he’s been checked out that quickly.
Oh well, there’s nothing I can do about it if he doesn’t want to. Thorn may be laid back and easy going most of the time but he has a wicked stubborn streak and I know he won’t be moved on this.
Instead, I turn my attention back to Baxter and raise an expectant brow.
“Do you remember when I went to visit Phoenix?” Baxter asks.
“How could I forget? You brought her home.” I smile tightly. It was the second best day of my life, the best being the day we legally gave the finger to Cordelia.
“That day, when I got to the house, Nix and Cordelia weren’t there.”
“Okay?” That’s no big deal. I frown.
“I did some snooping. Silly bitch never moved the spare key after you moved out. I found the safe you told me about and easily opened it. Inside there was a copy of Cordelia’s will.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“In her will, she mentions leaving things to Lizzie.”
“So? Maybe it’s old.” I shrug but my gut is churning.
“It was updated after she started the court case with you and it lists Phoenix.”
“I don’t understand…” That makes no sense. The cogs of my brain turn sluggishly.
“Why would Cordelia update her will to include Phoenix and not remove her dead granddaughter at that point, unless—”
“Unless she knew Lizzie was still alive!” Rebel busts out excitedly.
“Or at least suspected that she might be,” Baxter clarifies. “And you have to have a reason for thinking that.”
“But that could just be wishful thinking. It doesn’t prove anything.” I frown.
“I agree,” Baxter says. “Which is why I called in some favours and some contacts, trying to hunt Lizzie down.”
“And?”
“And they couldn’t find her.”
Disappointment lances through me but I try to shrug it off. I didn’t believe she was still alive. I don’t. I’m not getting my hopes up.
So why does it hurt so much?
“But then, I got a cryptic message saying that a holiday can turn up answers to questions or some shit.”
