very slowly turn to look at Henry who is clinging onto everything he can, legs spread to hook his feet inside the golf cart. He’s staring me right in the eyes and the look on his face clearly states that he thinks I’m amazing.
“In my defense… he jumped in front of the cart,” I say.
Henry won’t stop looking at me. His expression is completely unreadable. I’ve never been unable to read him like this. We’ve always been so connected since our souls meshed into one.
“Henry… I’m sure he’s still alive,” I say, wanting to look back to check, but I can’t look away from Henry. What are his eyes doing to me? “Henry… my love… I honestly think it was just a rock we hit.”
“We went… over his body. I could see his head sticking out the right side,” Henry says.
“Aw, that’s good! That means we didn’t crush his skull!”
I look back as I listen to Mateo groan while Jackson makes sure he’s alive and well. “You have to admit it was kind of fun.”
“No! No, it wasn’t! I’m going to be the one headed to prison one of these days and I’m positive you’ll be involved,” Henry says as he gets out.
Weirdly, Mateo is compliant as Henry gets an officer to come take him in to the station for questioning. We won’t be allowed to be in the room while he’s questioned, but hopefully, he’ll spill something.
Twenty-Eight
Jackson
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Leland says as he gets into the passenger seat of his car. We’d taken both cars to the station and left mine there with Henry’s permission since my car is easily recognizable and Leland didn’t think I should be driving it around now that I’ve made it public I’m no longer in custody of the infamous Sandman. I parked it out as far from the other vehicles as possible, leaving a space on both sides of it so no one is too close to it. The moment I stepped away, a piece of shit car pulled in right beside it, making my hackles rise. But Mason promised to get the car and relocate it to a safe area.
I know Leland’s grudgingly leaving Mateo in police custody, but I do think it’s a good idea since they might be able to get more out of him without the police being called on us for “accidentally” drowning the man. I think Leland’s concerned it’ll draw attention to us but there’s nothing that I’ve done wrong with any of this. I still don’t even know what’s going on or my true part in it.
“Jackson.”
“Hmm?” I ask as I lean back against the car seat.
“What are you thinking about?”
“The way you ran over that man with your golf cart. I’m positive the image of that will forever be burned into my memory,” I inform him.
The way he’s grinning tells me I should be concerned. “A good burn or bad burn?”
I think about it for a moment. “How bad of a person am I to say that I nearly laughed? He’s an asshole and really deserved it. And since he’s fine, it’s okay to laugh, right?”
Leland was definitely not the right person to ask this question because he looks highly amused—as I’m sure he was when he ran over the man. He leans in and gives me a kiss before taking my hand and squeezing it.
“I can’t believe it didn’t flip the golf cart,” I say, unable to keep the smile off my face.
“Me too but I think his body was at the right angle that it made more of a ramp than anything. It was kind of fun sailing over it, if I’m being honest. I think we even got some air.”
“I think you did too,” I say. “Where to?”
“I guess the safe house until we hear something from Henry. Unless you have other plans? Adult store? Church so I can listen to you confess your sins? Gun shop where you’ll let me pick out a new baby? Although, I’m going to have to spend all night pampering the babies that got wet after that asshole pushed me in.”
“Don’t you already own all the guns known to mankind?”
“No, no, not yet. Maybe about ninety percent of them, but you know what they say.”
I wait for him to finish. When he doesn’t, I realize he wants my input. “No, I don’t. What do they always say?”
He’s silent as I realize he has no idea and hadn’t been waiting on me. “They always say…