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“You scared me, Son.”
Grey smirked. “About time. I’ve been trying for years.”
Diesel shook his head, rising back to his feet. “Smart-ass.”
He lifted something from his back pocket and turned, throwing the slim phone in my direction. I caught it, my lips parting in surprise and dread.
“Found it on the roof at the Docks,” Diesel explained as I pressed the side button, lighting up the screen to a barrage of missed call and text notifications. The battery almost dead. “Someone was trying to call it off the hook. Thought Grey could check it, make sure it’s not one of theirs, or—”
“It’s not,” I interrupted him. “It’s Ava Jade’s.”
I walked it to Grey, and he took it eagerly.
“It’s locked. Can you get into it?”
Rook returned with a single tiny pill, but Grey didn’t take it, staring at the lock screen like he could figure out her passcode just by staring at it.
“Do you need a laptop?”
He shook his head, thumb hesitating over the screen before he tapped five times and then sighed in relief.
“How did you know her passcode?”
“Saw her enter the first two numbers once. Wasn’t hard to figure out the rest.”
I resisted trying to pry the phone out of his hands as he scrolled through all our missed calls and texts.
“What do you mean?” Becca asked, confused.
“The numbers were two and seven. C. R. It wasn’t hard to figure out the rest. It’s a thumbprint entry, but her backup passcode spelledCrows.”
His words were a sucker punch to the gut.
I didn’t know how, but I was going to make this up to her. I’d fucking beg for forgiveness on my knees. I’d grovel at her feet for as long as it took.
She shouldn’t have fired that shot, but I shouldn’t have put the blame for Grey, for everything, on her shoulders.
And then there was the other possibility.
That I was wrong.
If Ava Jade hadn’t taken the shot, it was possible Lenny Ace could’ve come back even stronger, with a better plan, and killed us all.
We lost good men, butwewere still here.
Diesel was still here.
Maybe it was the right call. The call I was too hesitant to make.
“Damn,” Grey cursed, his thumbs lifting from the screen as he paused his scrolling, staring down at something with his lips in a hard line.
“What is it?” Rook asked, but I was already pulling the phone from Grey’s stiff grip.
It wasn’t a text he was looking at but an email.
From: Ava Jade Mason
