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I’m pretty sure on any other occasion, his answer would be fuck no. But something tells me this is different.
“Luciana isn’t…” he trails off.
“She isn’t what?”
“She’s… different.”
“You’ve had dealings with her before?” I ask, aware that their reach is almost countrywide.
“Her husband and his father, yes. She was in the background and kept on a leash.”
“Seems like someone might have let her off it if she’s digging through the dark web.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised to discover that she severed her own leash.”
“What?”
“Her husband is dead,” he says, not telling me anything I don’t already know.
“And you’re saying what exactly? That she killed him?”
“I’m not suggesting anything,” he says coyly.
“Sure you’re not,” I mutter. “You spoken to her?”
“Briefly. I thought you might want to do it yourself. Told her to expect your call.”
“Anything else?”
“Not of any importance. How’s things on your end?”
I breathe a sigh of relief. Mostly because he’s probably the only person in my life right now who isn’t secretly asking if I’ve fucked Alana yet.
“Tense,” I confess.
“I want to say it’s going to improve, but I’m afraid that it’s probably going to get worse before it gets better.”
“Don’t I fucking know it.”
“It’s going to happen, though. With this new intel, we’re finally going to take him down.”
“I fucking hope so. She deserves justice.” They all deserve justice. Every poor fucker who’s ever had their lives touched by Victor Harris.
Griff sighs, even all these years on, his grief is palpable.
“Yeah,” he agrees sadly. “How’s my boy doing?” he asks after a beat of silence.
“He’s great. Keeping his head down, doing his job.”
“Fantastic. Let’s hope it continues. Listen, I gotta go, but let me know what Luciana says, yeah?”
“You got it, old man.”
“Hey now, enough of that, kid.”
“Whatever,” I tease, unable to keep the smile off my face.
For years, I had no idea that our family extended past the border of Harrow Creek. Dad—probably wisely—kept a lid on the fact that Mom wasn’t a Creeker born and bred like we were always led to believe. It wasn’t until Ellis discovered his love of computers, or more specifically, hacking, that he started looking into our background.
