Binding the Shadows (Arcadia Bell) - By Jenn Bennett Page 0,97
Giovanni’s rental car. When she spotted us, she waved a hand and headed our way. “Nice digs, future boyfriend. I almost got lost on the mountain trying to find your secret back road.”
He grinned goofily. “I’m glad you’re all healed up now.”
“Me too. Good as gold,” she said, pinging her collarbone with her fingers. She reached into her jacket and pulled out a red envelope. “This is for you,” she said, handing it to Jupe.
“Me?”
“It’s movie passes,” she said before he even had a chance to open it. “No big deal.” She was mildly embarrassed. “You did that stuff for the Tambuku website, and I really liked that opera figure. It was sweet. You’re a good kid.”
Jupe’s breath came a little faster through his open mouth. “Oh, man. That’s cool. Thanks.”
“No big deal,” she insisted again. “What’s up with you, by the way? Your halo looks sick.”
Jupe’s mouth twisted. “Uh . . .”
“Probably just a getting a cold or something,” I offered.
“Yeah,” he said, sneaking me a grateful look. “Probably just that.”
She nodded and tilted her chin my way. “You’ve got news about that Telly kid?”
I waffled.
“You want me to leave?” Jupe asked me. “I will if you want, but whatever it is, I won’t freak out. Dad said you guys had a terrible night.”
“We did. But actually, I want to tell you both something that’s more important than that, and now’s as good a time as any.” The tears I didn’t think I had anymore were already brimming.
“What’s wrong?” Kar Yee asked.
“I need to confess something important.”
Jupe looked at Kar Yee, confused. She shrugged her shoulders in answer.
Here goes nothing, I thought. “It’s a secret I’ve been keeping.” I looked at Jupe. “Only your dad knows, and a couple of other people.”
“As many secrets as you’ve got, this should be good,” Kar Yee said. “I’m all ears.”
Jupe pushed curls away from his face, an awkward movement. I was making him nervous. Hell, I was making myself nervous. This was so much easier when I’d first told Lon. Then again, he’d drugged me into spilling the beans. I wished I could drug myself now.
“You know how I’ve told you that my parents were bad people?” I said to Jupe.
He nodded.
“They were way worse than your mom could ever dream of being. And I need to tell you both who they really were.”
“Okay.” He was definitely nervous now. Kar Yee, too.
“Are you familiar with the Black Lodge Slayings?”
Jupe’s face twisted. “Uh . . . what? Oh!” Something clicked in his head. “The serial killers. The satanic murders of those occultists, or whatever. The Duvets or something.”
“Duval. Enola and Alexander Duval.”
“Yeah,” Jupe said, brightening. “They were on the news a few months ago. They’re supposed to be dead, but they were on that parking garage footage.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Kar Yee said. “I know who you’re talking about. The murders were all over talk shows back when we were in college.”
I waited for them to start piecing things together.
“No,” Kar Yee said, her jaw dropping in shock.
Jupe shifted uncomfortably. His mouth tightened to a thin line. Breath quickened through his nostrils. “Your parents . . .”
“Were killers. I didn’t know at the time. I thought they were innocent. We all faked our deaths and separated. I’ve been living on my own since I was seventeen under this name.” I looked at Kar Yee. “I met you about a year after it happened.”
She said nothing. Just stared at me, frozen.
“I only saw them a few times all those years. And I believed they’d been framed. But then they got spotted on that parking tape and made the news.” I nodded toward Jupe. “That’s when I met your dad.”
“That’s why he was helping you?” His voice wavered.
Even then, at that moment, I wanted to lie to him. Tell him I was kidding. Tell him everything was fine and that there was no cause for alarm. But I pushed past it and said, “Yeah. I thought he was going to help me prove their innocence, but we ended up finding out they were guilty.”
Kar Yee still said nothing. Jupe shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Arcadia Bell is a fake name?”
“An alias. I’ve been using it since I was a teenager.”
“What’s your real name?”
“It’s Cady,” I insisted as a hot tear fell down my cheek. “I don’t want you to ever think of me as anyone but Cady. No one calls me by my old name. I hate it. I wish I could