Heart Bones - Colleen Hoover Page 0,84
you on team Samson.”
P.J.’s ears perk up as soon as my phone begins to vibrate. I immediately jump up and pull it out of my pocket. My heart is stuck in my throat when it says the caller I.D. is unavailable. I answer it right away.
“Samson?”
“You’re receiving a call from an inmate in Galveston County Jail,” the recording says. “Please press one to accept or two to—” I press one and put my phone to my ear.
“Samson?” My voice is full of panic. I squeeze my forehead and sit back down.
“Beyah?”
He sounds so far away, but I can finally feel him again. I sigh with relief. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” His voice isn’t filled with fear like mine is. He actually sounds calm, like he’s been expecting this moment. “I can’t talk long. I just...”
“How long can you talk?”
“Two minutes. But I was just told I can have visitors tomorrow at nine.”
“I know. I’ll be there. But what can I do today? Is there anyone I can call for you?”
There’s a pause on his end. I’m not sure he heard the question, but then he sighs and says, “No. There’s no one.”
God, I hate that. P.J. and I really are all he has right now. “I don’t think my father is going to bail you out. He’s pretty upset.”
“It’s not his responsibility,” Samson says. “Please don’t ask him to do that.”
“I’ll figure something out, though.”
“I’ll be here for a while, Beyah. I really fucked up.”
“Which is why I’m going to help find you a lawyer.”
“I’ll be entitled to a public defender,” he says. “I’ve been through this before.”
“Yeah, but they’re overworked as it is. It wouldn’t hurt to try and find a lawyer who has more time to prepare and fight for your case.”
“I can’t afford a lawyer. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m not actually rich.”
“Good. You know your money was my least favorite thing about you.”
Samson is quiet, even though it feels like he has so much to say.
“I’m going to spend the rest of today applying for jobs. I’ll start saving up to help you hire another lawyer. You aren’t alone in this, Samson.”
“My mistakes aren’t your responsibility, either. There’s nothing you can do. Besides, the court date won’t be for several weeks. You’ll be in Pennsylvania by then.”
“I’m not going to Pennsylvania.” He’s insane if he thinks I’m going to abandon him. Does he really think I’m going to leave him to sit in jail while I move across the country as if I didn’t grow a heart bone over the summer? “What about Marjorie’s son? What kind of lawyer is he?”
He doesn’t respond to my question.
“Samson?” I pull my phone back and the call has been dropped. “Shit.”
I press my phone to my forehead. He probably won’t get to call me back. I’ll have to wait and talk to him in person tomorrow. I have so many more questions I already need to add to the list.
But I also have work to do, so I walk across the street, straight to Marjorie’s house. I beat on her door until she opens it.
I forgot it’s still super early. She’s in her nightgown, tying her robe together when she opens the door. She looks at me from head to toe. “What in the world has got you so worked up?”
“It’s Samson. He’s in jail.”
A flash of worry floods her eyes, and then she steps aside to let me in. “What for?”
“The house he’s been staying in doesn’t belong to him. He was arrested this morning because the owners showed up in the middle of the night.”
“Samson? Are you sure?”
I nod. “I was there. He’s going to need a lawyer, Marjorie. One who can spend more time on his case than a public defender can.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea.”
“Your son. What kind of lawyer is he?”
“He’s a defense…no. No, I can’t ask Kevin to do that.”
“Why not? I’m getting a job. I can pay him.”
Marjorie looks torn. I can’t say that I blame her. She admitted to me the first time she met me that she barely knew Samson. I’ve got more at stake here than she does, but she can’t ignore all that he’s done for her. One of Marjorie’s cats climbs up onto the kitchen counter next to her. She picks it up and brings it to her chest.
“How much did Samson charge you for all the work he’s done here?”
It takes her a minute to catch up to my question. Her posture sinks