Truth by Cassie James

Truth by Cassie James

Author:Cassie James
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-08-10T18:30:00+00:00


10

We’re back in the cafeteria for dinner when Siobhan sits across from me and slides the corner of a sheet of paper across the table. Two names are written in neat, block handwriting.

BILL MORRISON

JACK LUNSFORD.

Siobhan reaches out and taps the top name. “This guy was a temp. Apparently he left a couple hours ago without giving notice.” She taps the second name. “And this guy is a patient. He got here a couple hours after you did. The guy’s a prick. He seems to think that coming from old money overrides all the new money here. It also means—”

“He’s not in the tabloids,” I finish for her.

Old money people might pop up in the society pages or get a special on their philanthropy, but they’re not flashy. Most people that come to Banner-Hill fucking sparkle.

“So then, who is Jack Lunsford?” I raise my head to scan the room as if I’ll know the answer off instinct alone.

Surprise, surprise. It really is that easy.

Near the door, an unfamiliar man sits surrounded by women clamoring for his attention. It would look kind of like Juliet with her harem if the women panting after Jack didn’t look so desperate. I know it’s him because I recognize the build of his body. He’s built like a fighter. Exactly the kind of guy Murphy likes to keep in his corner.

I knew that bastard wouldn’t leave me in here unsupervised.

Trust, my ass.

I crumple the corner of paper and abandon it on my food tray. I’ll remember the names. I stand and pick my tray up as Siobhan watches me with a confused smile.

“Where are you going?” Sadie asks as she shows up and slides into my abandoned seat.

“Our mysterious friend here is being watched,” Siobhan answers for me.

She’s perceptive. I shouldn’t be surprised. I would expect no less from the daughter of a man who spent decades killing people with meticulous precision. Even now, people say he was only caught because he wanted to be. And then because that wasn’t infamy enough, Arlo Romas disappeared from the courthouse in broad daylight, never to be seen again.

There are plenty of theories.

His corpse is rotting in the courthouse basement.

He paid a federal agent to take him out through a secret tunnel.

A billionaire sent a helicopter to the roof for him in exchange for the deaths of his enemies.

I shake off those thoughts. Siobhan hasn’t judged me for my reputation. I’m sure as hell not going to judge her by her father’s.

“Yeah, my uncle seems to be confused about how old I am. For some reason, he still thinks I need a babysitter.” Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Jack looking my way. I know I’m right on this. It’s not a coincidence that he showed up here the same day I did. Or that my uncle was so quick to let me know he’d take his guy out of here.

Murphy underestimated my intelligence.

“I’ll see you all later,” I tell them, already halfway to the trash to dump my half-eaten lunch.



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