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I give a watery chuckle. “Do you really call me that because of the way I run?”
“No, now go to bed.”
As soon as the curtain falls into place, there’s a knock from his side of the glass. I peek out.
“There’s mint chocolate chip and strawberry ice cream in the freezer. If you four aren’t going to sleep, the least you can do is get a sugar high.”
I grin. “Do you want anything?”
“Other than for you guys to go to bed? No, I have everything I need.”
I shiver at his words, remembering the long knife he carried outside earlier, along with a blanket and a bottle of water.
Sugar sounds good. Turning with the intention of fetching the treats, I find Helen with a spoonful of strawberry ice cream in her mouth, scampering toward the stairs.
“I took the caramel and the chocolate, too,” she mumbles around the spoon.
“Why are we rushing?” I ask, hurrying up after them as they run up the stairs.
“Caramel is Kaleb’s favorite. He hides it in the back of the bottom drawer,” Sam pants.
Our giggles mix as we continue to the top floor, where Belle sleeps.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Michael
Stretching my neck left to right, I pace the length of the cell. Daniel sits on one side, still on the cot, and the bikers still line the other, their backs propped on the bars.
It was a long and uncomfortable night for us all.
“Nervous?” Cooper taunts from his designated spot near my dad.
“Don’t talk to my client,” Edward instructs, not looking up from his phone.
“You need anything, son?” Dad queries.
I eye the bench he’s been sitting on since yesterday afternoon. The wood slats look hard and uncomfortable. My body can’t be the only one hurting.
“I’m okay, just stretching.” A second round ofsleep on that cot during the night just cemented that crick in my neck.
Daniel looks unbothered, like he could do this for a few more days without issue. He probably could. Hell, months.
I glance at the clock. Where the fuck are McCallister and Collins?
Edward checks the time, too. Is he thinking the same as me or just counting down until he can escape back to his comfy office? This might be the first time I’ve ever seen one of his overpriced suits anything but perfect.
“They should have started questioning him by now. It’s nine in the morning,” Dad says, showing his impatience.
“The clocks still running,” Edward calls out, tapping his wrist. “If they spend it chasing their own tails somewhere instead of sweating you in the box, that’s on them. They were out talking to people yesterday and got nothing. This is good for us.”
“How do you know they have nothing?”
“They’d be here if they did. Plus, Cooper would be frothing at the mouth.” He chuckles, pointing at the other bench where Cooper stews.
Dad and I stare at Edward, thrown by his choice of words. The man may be a criminal lawyer, but he works exclusively for my family. Most of his time is spent helping with corporate law or dealing with our truckers’ fines.
Noticing the silence, he looks up. “Sorry, the wife’s been on aLaw and Orderbinge.” He rolls his eyes.
