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“Good job, Snake,” Pocus says, rising from his chair in one swift movement. “Church dismissed.”
I watch him walk toward the door in his usual confident, unhurried stride. But because I’m looking closely, I can notice the stiffness in his shoulders and the tenseness in his posture.
I guess I wasn’t the only one who felt anxious during those five long hours.
* * *
“You slimy bastard,” Pocus mutters through gritted teeth, his eyes hard as he stares into Anderson’s deeply amused dark eyes from across the table in the state prison’s visiting room.
Anderson leans back in his chair with a smug smile. “What’s got you all bothered, my friend?” he asks casually.
Pocus glances at the officer standing guard a few feet away from Anderson and leans forward with his arms braced on the table that separates us from Anderson. “You knew the FBI was monitoring the account you asked us to move, didn’t you?”
Anderson shrugs casually. “If it were an easy job, I wouldn’t have to ask you to do it.”
Pocus mutters a stifled curse. “You motherfucking piece of shit. You’re trying to fuck with me so bad, ain’t you?”
Anderson scoffs loudly, leaning forward in his chair to hold Pocus’s gaze. There’s none of that amusement that was in his eye moments ago. “You overestimate yourself, Pocus,” he spits venomously. “This is purely business, and with business come risks, don’t they?” He sits back, slightly carving his lips into an infuriating smirk. “Besides, you came to me for help. I suppose you’re here for your end of the deal. And even Gerald’s son is here. You and your brother look like the old fucker. Lucky you.”
“What’s your business with my father?”
“We were in a partnership. The treacherous bastard went ahead and stabbed me in the back. But that happens a lot in our line of business, so I let it go.”
“What kind of business?” I ask, narrowing my eyes suspiciously at him.
Anderson snickers amusedly. “It’s really none of your business, boy. Gerald doesn’t consider you his son, anyway. That’s why selling out his favorite son to the discarded one is the best revenge I can think of. Either or both of you will die. Payback is a bitch, isn’t it?”
I fist my hands tightly beneath the table, willing away the anger storm brewing in my soul as I watched Anderson laugh hysterically as if he had just made the joke of the century.
I can almost hear Victoria’s soft, sweet voice in my head, whispering for me to let go.
I take a steadying breath, relying on that little voice to pull me through. Whatever it was between Anderson and my father….
“Where can we find Edward Abner?” Pocus asks coldly.
“I don’t know.”
Pocus’s face instantly clouds up with a stormy anger that would make an average man shit his pants – but Anderson Grey is no ordinary man.
“What did you say to me, fucker?” Pocus’s voice seemed to have gone from cold to icy. “Say that again.”
“Calm your horses, my friend,” Anderson says, unaffected. “I don’t know where to find him, but I know how.”
Pocus slams his hand on the table, drawing the attention of the prison guard. “Then spit it the fuck out!”
Anderson waits until the guard’s attention is no longer directed at us. He leans forward, slipping a paper out of his sleeve into Pocus’s hand. “Go to the address on the note. His name is Hunter Gilles. I’ve informed him in advance of your arrival.”
* * *
Idig my legs into the ground, propelling the swing forward. It became another failed attempt, and I barely prevented myself from falling backward from the swing.That would be one entertaining show.
I glance toward the driveway for the umpteenth time and let out my one-thousandth sigh in the past hour.
They’ve been gone for almost the whole day.
Watching Hex drive off with Pocus earlier this morning, a knot of anxiety in my chest grew bigger as the day progressed. It doesn’t matter that Seer had used up a better part of the night to reassure me he’d be fine and they were only going to visit Anderson in jail. But it’s been almost a whole day, and I want nothing more than to see their monstrous motorcycles roll down the long driveway, kicking up a thick trail of dust as usual.
“Hi, Tory!”
