Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Wells never did know when to shut the fuck up and wait.
“Am I taking up too much of your time?” Dad’s voice was so cold that it could have cracked steel.
Wells shook his head. “No … sir,” he replied.
“Merce Dancastle ended things with the girl a few weeks ago and has been seen with Governor Dalton’s daughter several times. However, this photo shows him within several feet of Royal two days ago, and his complete attention is on her. Then, this one from yesterday, the same thing. And these, he is following her out of a frat house, clearly trying to get her attention as she’s walking away.” He dropped the pictures onto his desk. “He might be dating Dalton’s daughter like he was told to do, but he’s not done with the Crown girl. She’s our in. This isn’t over.”
When my father’s eyes met mine, I realized what King had been saying.
Merce had broken up with her? Was he the one whose father had told him to? That would make sense and prove she hadn’t lied to me about it.
“She told me a guy had broken up with her because his father had told him to,” I informed my father. “She didn’t tell me who, and I hadn’t realized she and Merce were no longer an item.”
“How did you leave things with the girl?” he asked me.
I shrugged. “Good. I mean, we had just started to talk. She’s guarded as fuck and sharp. Doesn’t let much get by her.”
My father leaned back in his chair. “Meaning what exactly?”
It felt wrong, telling him—any of them—the things I’d learned about her. Like I was sharing her private life. Yet that was normal for us. We invaded the privacy of everyone around us. She wasn’t who I was protecting. I had to keep that straight in my head.
“She’s a hustler, which you knew already. She not only hustles men at pool, but she is also involved in some underground poker ring at the college. She goes to classes there, even though she isn’t enrolled, and does assignments for others for money.
“And”—I really fucking hated to admit this, but it was important that he realized she was savvy as well as smart—“the day I followed her, she noticed me. Walked right up to my car down her street and confronted me about it.”
King covered up a laugh, and I ignored him. I’d known that was going to amuse them. The guys, not my dad. He was not amused. To him, I had fucked up.
Dad took a deep breath. “Well, that can only mean if Merce knows anything about what his father is doing, then she does too. Especially since Wilder also found this,” he said, picking up a piece of the paper and shoving it in my direction.
I reached over and picked it up. There was an older man, balding, looked like he needed a shower, a shave, and to lay off the beer. He was with Merce, standing outside Royal’s house.
Dad then tossed another picture on top of it. In that one, another man was putting a box into the Volkswagen Beetle that was sitting out front in Royal’s driveway while Merce had a hand on the balding man’s shoulder, talking.
“Who’s the man he’s with?” I asked, looking up from the photo to my father.
“Vinson Shelton,” he replied, then cocked an eyebrow.
I’d seen that name on Royal’s background check. It was Royal’s father. Fucking hell.
“The plot just got real damn thick,” King muttered.
She was too smart for this to have been going on under her nose. She had to know about it. There was always the chance that box was something like dime bags, but there was only one way to find out. I was going to get deep into her life. Yes, I wanted to fuck her, and that would be a part of it, but I was going to have to get her trust. Doing so meant I’d be around her a lot.
“I have a few favors to call in. Go back to Athens in the morning and be outside her Modern Literature class at eleven fifteen. The class will end, and the students will begin to leave, but the professor will hold her inside the room to speak to her. He’s going to call her out on not being a student and mention the papers she has written for other students. You go inside, introduce yourself as George Blaine’s son, and save her ass. That’s step one. You will have almost made it to her next class when she gets a call from her father. He will have been picked up for driving with a revoked license. Her grandmother will also be home alone, and the red scooter she drives will have two flat tires.”
He was making her need me.