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“No worries at all Miss Deighton, it’s always nice to have a favour up one's sleeve.”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, is that the time? I’m sorry, I must go.” Bob makes an elaborate pantomime of checking the watch on his left wrist for the time, practically waving it right under my nose. Wh—
Oh!
Under the glinting metal strap of his Rolex, I can just decipher the edges of a tattoo peeking out.
“Goodbye, dear. Mr Branson, sir, please give my best wishes to your grandfather.”
He walks back towards the courthouse.
“Baxter, what the hell was that about?”
“That was your reassurance from Bob. No one will be coming to investigate your role in your courtroom confessions today.”
“But—”
“I told you to trust me.”
“I do. But—”
“When Bob let slip at the temporary custody meeting that he wasn’t on your case, I knew I had to act and pull a few strings to get him swapped in, but it had to be at the last minute to avoid suspicion.”
“But the original judge had a family emergency? Oh my god, please don’t say anything bad happened to her!”
“Just a case of suspected appendicitis in her little one. All is fine.”
“But what about Cordelia’s lawyers? They were in there! They heard what I said!”
“All on my payroll.”
My head is reeling even more than it was before. I confessed to murder and have just been told by a judge that I’m going to get away with it. And the level of respect Bob just showed to Baxter...who the hell is my boyfriend?! And what else can this organisation of his do?
The phone rings again, the boys obviously growing impatient. I slide to answer.
“It’s good news…”
Guys’ Chat
Thorn: Can we go on holiday now?
Ace: Please.
Rebel: Fuck yeah! That’s such a good idea. I need some sun. I’ll never get used to the climate here. I thought England sucked balls but Scotland takes the fucking piss. I hope the summer is better,
Baxter: It’s worse. Fucking midges everywhere.
Ace: Midgets? Small people?
Thorn: Lol!
Jax: No. Midges. They’re little bugs that bite.
Thorn: Like motherfuckers!
Rebel: Well in that case, I vote we leave this shithole as soon as Raven graduates.
Jax: I think we would have to include Raven in that discussion. For now, maybe we can sort out this holiday?
Thorn: Does that mean we can go?!
Jax: Yes. But where and when?
Rebel: As soon as fucking possible.
Ace: Agree.
Baxter: Leave it with me. I’ll sort everything.
