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He’d done nothing wrong apart from hold my hand and kiss me badly.
Gulping down my sorrow, I rasped, “Father kept me imprisoned in my room until I was ready to apologize to him, and then he let me go back to school. He told everyone I was sick.”
“What about the kid? Didn’t they ask about him?”
He didn’t even cock a brow. How fucked up was our world that he believed me?
“Kris had gone ‘missing.’ He’d run away from home, apparently.” It hurt my heart that his parents believed he was out there somewhere. That they were waiting for him to come home one day. “Everyone seemed to believe the ruse. Father can be quite thorough when he wants to be.” I licked my lips. “What’s your name?”
He tipped his head to the side. “Why?”
“Because you know mine and I don’t know yours. Anyway, isn’t that a standard question?”
“There’s power in a name.”
“Is that why bikers use road names?”
His smile grew. “No.”
His silence told me he wasn’t going to share it with me, then I noticed he straightened his shoulders, which made his leather vest shift.
For the first time, I looked at the patches on his cut. “You’re Digger?”
“Yeah.”
I stared into his eyes. “Do you bury bodies?”
“In the past,” he said, no shame in his voice. Not that he needed to be ashamed. Death was as much of a part of life as birth. Especially to a daughter of the Five Points. “But I got my name because I don’t stop digging until I find out what I want.”
“Information?”
He nodded. “Secrets are my stock-in-trade.”
“Interesting.” I bit my lip. “Are you going to let me inside now?”
“Who does your father want you to marry?”
“You won’t have heard of him.”
“I’m a keeper of secrets, Mary Catherine. As well as an unearther of them. Who?”
“A man named Bill Murphy.”
His shoulders straightened. “The Five Pointer?”
Did he know Bill? Something about his expression made me think he did.
“Of course. Like he’d marry me off to someone outside of the Firm.”
“‘More wives than Henry VIII Bill?’”
“Six.” I frowned. “You know him?”
“Heard of him.” He stepped back and then pulled open the gates. “Come inside.”
Bill Murphy was my passcode to getting in?
A shiver rushed down my spine, but I didn’t cross the threshold. “How do you recognize his name?”
