me.
“What’s that?”
“Colin thinks his father actually sold him to my father.” I couldn’t hold back a shudder. Every time I let myself think about what my father had been capable of, I reacted physically. I couldn’t help it.
“What?” Talon said.
“You heard me. I don’t know what kind of proof Colin has. I’m sure he’ll share it with us once he gets over this most recent setback. This must have been horrible for him, being taken again. At least it doesn’t look like he was tortured this time.”
“Man, I hate to feel sorry for that guy, after what he did to Jade, but…” Talon shook his head. “Seems he saved the day here, though.”
“I know, man. I get your ambivalence, and I agree. He saved Marj. Plus, he didn’t deserve what my father did to him.” This time I shook my head. “No one did.”
“No,” Talon agreed. “No one did.”
I felt like an idiot. Talon was so strong and seemed so together. Sometimes I forgot that he had been among my father’s first victims.
“Sorry, man.”
“It’s okay. Sometimes I don’t think about it for days. My life is great now, you know? Then, times like this, it comes back in vivid images.”
I nodded. “You were alone all that time, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You never saw another kid?”
“I saw Luke. He was already dead.”
Nausea swept up my throat, and I grimaced.
“Sorry,” he said.
“Hey, no worries. I’m the one who asked. You never saw someone else? A kid my age, maybe?”
“You’re wondering about the kid you and Joe knew. Justin.”
I nodded.
“Sorry. I only saw Luke. And like I said, he was already dead.”
“Got it.”
It had been worth a shot. Justin Valente had to figure into this whole thing. I just had no idea how. Hell, I didn’t even know if he was dead or alive.
Though my instinct told me he was alive. Alive and in contact with Ted Morse.
But was my instinct worth anything? I wasn’t a detective like Ruby. She had honed her instincts over a decade of police work. I was a finance guy. I had good instincts about money and investments. Why would I trust my instinct about anything else? Especially something that had happened thirty years ago that I hardly remembered?
I needed to talk to Joe.
But that wouldn’t happen. Not until we all decided to tell him what was going on. He had Melanie and his new son to think of.
I knew Jonah Steel, though. Probably even better than his brothers or wife did. He would not be happy to have been left out of all of this. He’d understand why we did it, but he’d be pissed as hell.
Joe pissed as hell wasn’t a pretty picture.
“Anyone here for Alessandra Booker?” a doctor asked.
Alessandra Booker? The name sounded familiar. Right. Cade Booker. Alessandra Booker. Dominic Booker. Marj, or maybe it was Colin, had said the woman whose throat Colin had slit was named Alex. Was her real name Alessandra?
“I am,” I lied.
“And you are…?”
“A friend.”
“I need a family member.”
“Oh.”
Well, I’d tried.
“Was she the one who came in with the slit throat?” I asked.
“I’m not at liberty to say.” The doctor walked away.
A few minutes later, Ruby and Marjorie emerged from the room where they’d been talking to the police. Marjorie’s eyes were sunken and rimmed with dark circles. My poor baby.
I took her into my arms and kissed her forehead.
“They’re not arresting Colin,” Ruby said. “They’re calling it self-defense for now.”
“It was self-defense,” Marj said adamantly. “Where is Colin?”
“Wasn’t he in there with you?” I asked.
“For a while. Then they took him to question him separately.”
I nodded. Though I was grateful to him, Colin was the least of my worries at the moment. “How are you holding up?” I asked the woman I loved.
“Okay, I guess.”
“You must be exhausted.”
“I’m sure we all are.” She turned to Talon. “How’s Mom?”
“Confused, but that’s nothing new. Physically she’s fine. She keeps talking about Dad, though. Keeps saying he picked her up and took her and the baby somewhere.”
“I’m not sure what to think about Dad.” Marj rubbed her temples.
“What do you mean?” Talon said. “He’s gone. We both witnessed it.”
“I don’t know,” Ruby said. “Sometimes our eyes can deceive us.”
Chapter Twenty
Marjorie
Ruby’s words rang in my ears.
Did I think my father was truly alive? No, I didn’t, and I certainly didn’t expect my brothers to think it either.
“The fact remains, though,” I said, after briefing them on what Dominic had told Colin and me, “that according to Dominic—”
“Dominic?” Bryce asked.
“Yeah. Dominic my trainer. He’s Alex’s brother, apparently.