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Turning to Priest, I place the keys in his hand. He slips them in his front pocket then reaches to pull a wad of cash from his back pocket.
“The full ten grand,” he says, shaking his head. “Not sure what you did to deserve this, but—”
“I made a deal with him. That’s all.”
Priest seems like a decent guy. I don’t get the creeps from him at all. But I’ll be damned to let him think I got that money because of sex. I’m weird about that, I guess. None of this is his business, but I still don’t want him thinking that about me.
Then again, maybe I should be more worried about the smile that stretches his lips.
“What? Why are you smiling like that?”
He shakes his head. “You made a deal with an Inferno member?”
“Who’s the Inferno?”
Confusion topples in to mix with all the other questions racing through my head.
“Nobody,” he says, brushing that topic off quickly. “Just remember if Damon asks for a favor, you need to do what he asks.”
Dread creeps in to dance with the confusion.
“Why?”
His eyes meet mine and his voice is soft, yet serious. “You don’t want to find out the consequences of refusing is all I’m saying. Just a warning.”
He turns to leave, so I talk to his back. “What are the consequences?”
I hate that damn word.
It’s haunted me my entire life.
Lifting a hand without bothering to turn back, he answers, “Nope. That’s not my department, so that’s all I’m going to say. Nice to meet you, Blue.”
Walking through the door, he rounds the corner to leave the hall. I remain standing in place, holding way more cash than I’ve seen in my life with my jaw still hanging open from all the questions I didn’t have time to ask.
I shake it off and stuff the cash in my bag just to feel my phone vibrate.
Pulling it out, I see a text from my brother.
Call me when you get out of work. URGENT.
For fuck’s sake.
Why does it feel like every time I win one small battle, a larger one pops up to take its place?
. . .
“Mom was missing for a few months. It wasn’t easy to find this because it was around twenty-five years ago. But I sent a buddy of mine to the library back in the town where she grew up. The article was in the newspaper there, scanned to microfiche.”
The phone goes quiet for a second. I have nothing to say at first.
“Did you hear me, Ames? I found something.”
Falling back against my pillows, I’m not as excited as Kane.
“Mom has a history of disappearing. Maybe that’s when it started. We don’t know because we don’t have family who knew her before us.”
Kane and I never had a chance to meet our grandparents, and by the time Kane started looking for them in his late teens, they were already dead.
