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“If it was, you did a shitty job of delivering the message.”
“I didn’t know what this guy was talking about! I never even talk to you!”
“So, why are you calling now?”
“Because someone took Parker from the preschool! A man stormed in with a gun and—” I stopped right as I was about to burst into tears. “Please, if you know anything, you have to help me.”
“Sorry, not my problem.”
Anger welled up inside me at his careless attitude. “Fine, I’ll call Baz. Maybe he’ll help get your son back.”
“Wait!” He sighed heavily as if I was a burden he didn’t want to deal with. “Bitches are so fucking difficult.”
Yeah, he was a really good role model for my son. “Will you help me?”
“Fine. I may know who has him.”
“What’s his name?”
“What are you gonna give me?”
My gaze snapped to Pete. Was he serious? “Rico, I don’t have anything to give you. You already stole all my money. What more can I give you?”
“How about that prick living next to you?”
I didn’t know where he was going with this, but I didn’t like it.Whatever Rico wanted, I had no possible way of helping him. “Jack? What does he have to do with anything?”
“Fucking everything. He’s not who he says he is, and I think you know that. I want details before this goes any further.”
“Rico, I?—”
But he had already hung up. Turning, I tried to compose myself as I thought of the monumental task ahead of me. How was I supposed to get details on a man I hardly knew in a timeframe that would guarantee my son’s safety?
“Pete…” I shook my head, unable to speak the words floating in my head. Parker was going to die. I would never see him again.
He pulled me into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. We both were thinking the same thing. Rico set an impossible task for me, and if I failed, my son was the one who would pay the price.
“You can do this,”Pete said as he parked outside my house.
“You keep saying that, but if I can’t get the answers?—”
“Then we’ll go to Baz. He seems protective of you and Parker, even if it is for the wrong reasons.”
I squeezed his hand, wondering where I would be if Pete wasn’t here. He walked me through every step, keeping me focused on one thing—getting my son back.
“Alright, I’ll see what I can do. Are you sure you shouldn’t come with?”
He gave a slight shake of his head. “Anything he chooses to share with you, he’s not going to want to do it in front of me.”
Decision made, I opened my door and stepped outside. My steps were hesitant as I walked to his stoop. I was trying to find the right words to convince him to help me. But a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that maybe I didn’t want to know who Jack really was. Deep down, I always knew there was something off with him. For someone who had been to prison, he was too nice. I expected someone hard and callous. But Jack looked out for us when he didn’t have to.
Still, that didn’t mean he would help me now.
I knocked on the door, expecting him to answer right away. His truck was in the driveway, and his bike was parked behind it. But when he didn’t answer after thirty seconds, I knocked again, this time much harder. I glanced back at Pete, shrugging helplessly. How long did I wait? I tried the handle, hoping it was open. I was shocked to find that it was.
Stepping inside, I called out his name, but got no answer. Very carefully, I tiptoed through the house, my heart thundering out of control. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but for some reason, I thought I might find him dead. But it was empty.
Feeling defeated, I headed back to the front door, stopping when a woman stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. Terrified of what I’d just walked into, I stood ramrod straight, desperately trying to figure out a way out of here.
