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Brandon was the complete opposite of me. He looked more into art than he did sports and beer.He was tall and thin. He had short dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He was clean-cut and wore skinny jeans and an old Nirvana t-shirt.
"You must be Jayden." He smiled as I strolled up. I nodded.
"Yes," I said. "I was hoping you could shed some light on the night her brothers and sisters were murdered."
"Why don't you ask Sadie?" He shoved his glass up his nose.
"She doesn't remember," I said. I was worried he wouldn't talk to me, so I decided to play off the fact that he cared for her. "I think she may be in danger."
"Yeah, sure," he said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I'll help."
"Do you remember that night?"
"Yeah," he said, swallowing hard. "Sadie was talking to me on the phone when we heard the gunshots."
"Did she tell you what she saw?"
"Yeah," he nodded, his eyes softening. "She whispered; my mom just shot Lucy." His gaze flicked past me. "She fell off the roof, and I already had 9-1-1 on the phone when she made it to my house."
"Why did she tell the police it was her dad?"
"She didn't at first. She'd said it was her mom until she'd heard her mom was shot. Then, she said she got it wrong."
"Do you think she got it wrong?"
"No," he shook his head, "her mom's always been crazy, but it's like she blocked it all out after that happened."
"What do you mean?" I narrowed my eyes.
"She was always a horrible mother." He sneered. "She would do things, like lock them in the basement all day while their dad was at work."
"Was Mr. Prescott crazy?" I kept my face emotionless and my tone level, careful not to give away too much.
He shook his head. "No, I don't even think he knew half of what was going on when he wasn't there."
"Thanks for meeting with me," I said.
"I hope you can keep her safe from whatever danger is out there," he sighed. "Sadie's a good person. She deserves to be happy." I nodded.
I had everything I needed. I had no doubt in my mind that Sadie's mom was a threat to her and that her dad was innocent. Timothy Kane didn't have shit on the lawyer I was about to hire.
By the time I'd made it back to town, I'd arranged an appointment for next week with one of the most high-profile defense attorneys in the U.S. to meet with myself and Mr. Prescott and make arrangements for Sadie's safety. However, I still hadn't decided how to approach this subject with Sadie.
Would she trust me enough to follow me down this painful road, or would she resist and fight me every step of the way, ultimately leading to me losing her for good?
I had to do this for her even if she didn't understand it now. Life would change for me in a few months, and I didn't know if Sadie would be part of my future. I couldn't walk away, not knowing if she was safe and leaving her with no family.
My truck speakers chimed with an incoming call, and KJ's name appeared on the screen.
"What's up?"
"Uh, hey, um," KJ sounded off.
"What is it?" I leaned forward and gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"You need to get to Sadie's like now," he said, his tone filled with urgency and panic.
"I'm right around the corner," I said, easing onto the gas, not bothering to ask what was going on before I disconnected because I was less than a minute away.
