Page 8 of Always: A Legacy Novel

“Says you.”

“Go away, Michel.”

“Don’t be a bitch, Catherine.”

“Don’t you have someone else to annoy?” Catherine asked.

She went back to digging though the desk. She hadn’t lied to her brother, technically. She didn’t know what she was looking for until she found it. That was usually how it worked.

“If they didn’t want me to look, they would keep the door locked,” Catherine muttered under her breath.

“That is a shitty justification for your nosiness.”

Catherine shot her brother a glare. “Go away.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“I hate you.”

“It’s mutual.”

Catherine pulled out a thin, leather black notebook from the very bottom drawer. Actually, it was more like a journal. Flipping it open, she found pages upon pages of names and addresses. Some of the names, she recognized, but only because of their star attraction.

Celebrities.

She blinked.

Another page flipped over in her hands.

A sports star turned actor.

A musician.

Michel came up beside her, and pointed at a name she didn’t recognize. “Former president’s son.”

“President of what?” she asked.

He laughed. “The country. How did you pass into eighth grade this year?”

Catherine blinked again, and chose to ignore her brother’s jab. “What is this?”

“Ma’s black book. You know, clients.”

“For drugs?”

Michel shrugged. “Yeah.”

“There’s a lot of names in here.”

“She was good at what she did.”

“Was,” Catherine said.

“Huh?”

“You said was. Past tense. See, there is a reason I passed, asshole.”

Michel rolled his eyes. “I don’t know much about it all, just that she’s not as active as she used to be. It gets boring after a while, maybe. I don’t know, ask her.”