AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He shrugs, his hand falling to his side. “The truth—that I don’t know where Mel is.”
“Did you tell him about the fight last night? Or the drugs and money in the backyard?”
He shakes his head. “And I don’t plan on it.” He shifts his weight, sliding his hands into his back pockets. “Honestly, I think the less Axel and my father know about your dad, the better.”
“Yeah, I agree. I’m not a fan of my dad, but I don’t want to do or say anything that might help someone track him down either. Not right now anyway.”
“That’s not really what I’m worried about.”
“What do you mean?”
He rubs his lips together while studying me. “I don’t want to scare you, but I’m more worried about you and your sisters than your dad.”
I gulp down a shaky breath. “You think they’ll come after us?”
“I’m not sure,” he answers honestly. “I can ask my dad to stay away from you guys, maybe call in a favor, but Axel’s a whole different story.”
My palms begin to sweat, my heart an erratic mess in my chest. “Maybe I should go to the police and report the situation.”
He’s shaking his head before I can even finish the sentence. “Whatever you do, don’t go to the police.”
I gape at him. “That seems like a stupid idea when my sisters’ lives could be in danger.”
“No one’s going to just go hurt them,” he insists. “If anything, they’ll probably try to get you guys to help them find your dad and the drugs and money he stole. As for the cops… there’s so much corruption and hush money being thrown around in Honeyton, that at this point it’s hard to tell who’s trustworthy.”
God, why did my dad have to move us to this town? Then again, the more I learn about what my dad was doing in Honeyton, the less I think us ending up here was just because he picked some random town on a map.
I chew on my bottom lip. “Maybe I could talk to one of my dad’s old cop friends and get some outside help.”
His brows furrow. “Your dad was a cop?”
“An undercover detective,” I clarify. “I know it seems super crazy, but back before my mom…” I hastily clear my throat, not wanting to get into that whole story right now. “But yeah, anyway, he used to be a detective. It’s been a while but still, maybe I can track down his old partner. From what I remember, he was a nice guy and he doesn’t live here.”
Hesitancy flashes across his face.
“What’s that look for?” I wonder. “Do you think I’m lying or something? Because I’m not.”
He slowly shakes his head. “No, that’s not it.”
“Then, what is it?”
“I’m not sure if I should say anything.”
“Then you probably shouldn’t have pulled that face. But you did, so …” I motion for him to spit it out.
He blows out an exhausted sigh. “I was just going to ask if you knew for sure if your dad’s old partner was a good cop.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Of course he is and so was my dad. Why would you even ask that?”
He scratches his cheek. “It’s just that, generally when people do sketchy things like what your dad’s been doing, they’ve been doing it for a while.”
“Hehasbeen doing sketchy stuff for a while,” I snap. “For about eight years, right after he quit being a detective. Up until then, he was a good guy, so stop making accusations about shit you don’t understand.”
Was he a good guy, though? Remember what you dreamt last night? About being taken right after your mom crashed and the whispered words of your dad owing a debt.
Blaise frowns. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” I spin toward my car, fuming mad and more than ready to speed my way to ease.
