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“So Grant was tired of working as the mayor of a tiny town in the middle of nowhere,” I snicker. “He seems like someone who enjoys power. I just don’t know why he’s waited so long to make a move.”
“Funding,” Prescott divulges, almost surprised by how easily she tells me.
“Was Grant going to let you help him?” I ask, doubting this very much.
“Only if I was a very good girl,” Prescott purrs and I hold back a shudder. I’m going to have to shower off this conversation.
Prescott is a victim of manipulation, but she’s still very much responsible for her role in the destruction of my life. She needs to pay for that.
“But you weren’t a good girl, were you?” I ask, even though my blood pressure is skyrocketing. I’m so close to answers, I can feel it.
“No, I wasn’t. I was bad,” she says, starting to cry. “I overheard a conversation between Grant and Xav. I shouldn't have cared. You’re a stupid, selfish girl! Why would I care if they sold you? I made a mistake, and tried to call someone.”
Woah. She has a conscience.
I could ask her who she tried to call, but I have bigger fish to fry. I need to know what my mother’s next moves are.
“That wasn’t kind of them,” I agree, taking a breath. “I’d like to find my mother, do you know if she had any contingency plans if things fell through?”
Prescott sniffs, her eyes swollen. Her nose is beginning to run as well, and I ignore it as she wipes it on her shoulder. I’m not offering the bitch a tissue. She’s a means to an end, and while I know it makes me just as bad as my mom, I’m not apologizing for it.
“Carrie said if things went tits up, that she’d go see her parents in… Connecticut,” Prescott explains.
Holy shit… I have grandparents?!
Swallowing, I nod. I don’t know where in Connecticut, but I’ll find out. Even if I have to speak to my good for nothing father.
“Did Grant ever say where he’d go?” I ask innocently.
Prescott huffs. “I usually pretended to be asleep, because in all honesty, I should have been. They have way more energy than should be humanly possible.”
Prescott… too much fucking information. I wonder if she’s doing this on purpose, because she stares at me, watching to see if she can make me squirm.
I refuse to show any emotion, instead smoothly moving on.
“What did you hear while you were supposed to be asleep?” I continue my conversation.
“I heard… Grant told Carrie to find him where the money started. I didn’t understand what that meant. He’s from a tiny town in Kentucky, where would the money start? That’s all I know,” she pouts. If she could cross her arms in front of herself, she would.
“Thank you,” I murmur, taking a step back. “This is the last time I’ll come here. Is there anything you want to tell me?”
The tears that had dried, begin to well up again. “I don’t want to die here,” Prescott wails. “I made mistakes, but doesn’t everyone? I helped you!”
I really don’t know what to say to this. A part of me wants to give her to Orion and Derek. She hurt me with her decisions, because she led me straight into Xav’s demented plans.
I know Prescott can turn her tears on and off, so I stand unmoving as she cries.
“Are you done, yet? Or are you going to act for someone who doesn’t care for your hysterics?” I ask callously.
I’m glad no one can see me as I say this to her. I am not this person, but I meant it. I will not be returning here.
I need to make sure I have all of the tea from Prescott Jones.
“Heartless bitch!” she squeals.Faker. I knew it.
The crocodile tears dry up again, and I blow out a breath.
“This heartless bitch is leaving. Anything else you want to tell me?”
