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His mouth opened and closed a few times before he seemed to give up on saying anything.
“You can think whatever the fuck you want about me. I don’t care. But you stay the fuck away from Everleigh from here on out. Do you hear me?” I vowed, staring at his eyes for a moment, then turning and walking away.
I was about to go back inside, even though I knew I was no calmer than before, when my phone started to ring in my pocket.
Simon.
“Yeah?” I answered, sounding as tired as I suddenly felt.
“So, it’s done,” he said.
“How the fuck—“
“I’ve got my ways,” he said. “Sounds like they have the right people in custody now, right?”
“Right,” I agreed.
“I suspect your lovely brother will be dropping the charges against Everleigh and Gav by the end of the day.”
“I hope so,” I agreed.
“Is she alright?” he asked, seeming to sense something in my tone.
“Gray shot her full of drugs to make it look like an OD.”
“Hm,” he said.
“‘Hm’?” I repeated. “That’s all you have to say about that?”
“No. I could also say that he’s smarter than I would have given him credit for. It would have made her look guilty as fuck, and there would be nothing to trace back to him then. His brother would have gone away for a few decades, and he and his girlfriend would have gone on doing what they were doing.”
“You’re seriously not going to ask about Everleigh?” I asked. “After I just told you she was drugged.”
“I didn’t figure you’d be taking my call if there was something seriously going on with her,” he said, brushing it off. “I’ll send you my final bill by the end of the week,” he said. “It’s been nice working with you.”
With that, he ended the call.
“What a dick,” I said to myself, exhaling hard.
“Who?” Colter asked, making me turn to find several of the guys had shown up. Solidarity in hard times, we were good at that.
“Simon,” I said.
“Don’t imagine you get to be one of the organized crime world’s best defense attorneys by being a nice guy,” Colter reasoned. “How is Ev?”
“Price thinks she’s going to be alright. He wants to observe her for a while, though. And give her fluids.”
“Good. She’s in good hands, right?” he asked. Not a local, so he didn’t really know just how skilled Dr. Price had to be to cater to an entire town of ailments without any sort of backup.
“The best,” I said.
“What can I do?” he asked.
Suddenly, my legs felt really fucking tired.
I lowered down to sit on the top step of the Victorian house that acted as Dr. Price’s office. And home.
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
