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I ate the last piece of the chocolate bar I had opened ten minutes ago, then I grabbed a glass of water and washed the sweet taste off my tongue.
There was nothing left to eat here that would make me feel better, but I knew we had more chocolate back home. That would get me through the night.
I threw away the wrapper, then headed for the double doors but stopped when I heard voices outside in the dining room.
“Don’t fucking care. Were you there?” It was Fender.
There was a pause, then someone let out a heavy a sigh before I heard Rodney speak. “No, I wasn’t. No one was. Only him. He wanted to be alone when he did it.”
I took a step back when footsteps came close, but no one opened the door to the kitchen. I held my breath and continued to listen.
“Something doesn’t fucking add up. He knows more. Always has known more but we were too damn blind to see. I’ll go back to the hospital tomorrow. See why they mentioned his fucking name.”
His name.
Falco.
So I did hear the doctor say it.
I fisted my hands and pressed my lips into a thin line, wanting to confront them.
The doors swung open and I took another step back, looking up at Rodney as he stepped into the kitchen. He looked at me with a tight smile. “You alright there, kiddo?”
I nodded, studying his face before trying to see a glimpse of Fender outside.
He was walking away. I needed to stop him.
“Everything’s fine,” I said, then walked around him to leave the kitchen and follow Fender.
I saw him disappear upstairs, and I went after him with my eyes fixed on his cut where the club’s colors were. The knight’s head surrounded by flames had once scared me.
His footsteps were heavy on the wooden floor, and though they were much louder than mine, I knew he had already heard me.
When he reached the room furthest down the hall, he turned around and faced me, making me stop and take a step back out of caution.
That was stupid. I wasn’t afraid of him. I had to stand my ground and confront him about this.
“Whatever you heard, it’s none of your business.”
I tightened my jaw. “It is my business if my father is involved. I heard the doctor say his name.”
Fender’s eyes darkened, and while the tilt of his head seemed harmless, he looked as if he wanted to challenge me to say more.
My throat was in knots, and I had only just noticed that he once again affected me in a way no person ever did.
“Your father’s dead. This isn’t about him.”
Liar.
He knew something was up and I needed to know what. “I heard you talk to Rodney. You said it yourself. Something doesn’t add up!”
He cocked a brow at me. “You spying on me now, sweet girl?”
“I overheard your conversation,” I said, holding my ground as he took a step toward me. I tilted my head back once he stopped in front of me, and I crossed my arms to show him that I wasn’t going to move.
“Pretty damn brave of you, don’t you think?” His eyes wandered all over my face, then his hand came up, and he brushed his knuckles over my cheek and along my jaw. “I don’t know why you make yourself so important when you’re not.”
That stung.
