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“Could Maggie have called Ellie and asked her to go?”
“No. Maggie left the night before. Besides, I remember Ellie talking about how excited she was to watch the game with you.”
More confused than ever, I sighed, taking a seat.
That made no sense.
I clearly remembered Ellie telling me she received a call from her mother. That Maggie needed her.
“What’s going on Chase? Why are you bringing all this up after five years?”
“It’s just something Brian said, that’s all.”
Jake huffed. “My son is a drunk, Chase. I wouldn’t listen to anything he says.”
“What do you mean?”
“Thought you knew. He started drinking right before Ellie’s accident. He’s been in and out of rehab since then. Maggie and I tried to get him help, but he refused to give up the booze.”
“No. I never knew. Do you know why he started drinking?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. That boy always believed life owed him. I thought when he got the councilman’s position he’d turned his life around, but I was wrong. Whatever Brian told you I wouldn’t pay him any mind. It’s nothing but the ramblings of a drunkard.”
“Thanks,Jake.”
The line was silent for a few seconds before Jake added, “Heard you got remarried, son. I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you, Jake. That means a lot coming from you.”
Jake’s voice wavered, “Keep in touch, Chase.”
“You too, Jake. Bye.”
Hanging up the phone, I sat in King’s office, more confused than ever. How did I miss that one of my best friends was a drunk? For as long as I could remember, Brian was a stand-up guy. He was smart and had everything going for him. He had plans and none of them had him staying in Rosewood, Virginia.
Yet, he did.
But why?
Pocketing my phone, I headed back out front when Scribe bumped into me. “Hey, have you seen Cameron?”
“No.”
“Shit,” Scribe sighed, looking around. “King is going to kick my ass if I don’t find that brat and clean him up.”
“And I will too,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “He is not getting in my truck until he’s fucking sparkling. Got me?”
“Yeah, I got you.”
“Check the manure pile. Kid enjoys playing over there.”
“Fuck,” Scribe groaned, heading towards the back.
Shaking my head, I found King and Montana talking with several others when Sheriff McClure walked into the clubhouse, heading straight for King. When my brother stiffened, I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart picked up as the noise in the room faded. Turning, my brother scanned the room, until his eyes looked at me.
Shaking my head, I took a step back.
No.
