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“Nothing.”
With as much stealth as possible, I turned the pages. “One more time.”
Lily touched the map of Tennessee, and then her fingers slid quickly from right to left. Kingsport, through Knoxville, all the way over to Memphis. “Here. Right here, right now. He’s wearing a different suit, but the same vest. The pocket watch is tucked inside it.”
Her eyes flew open. Her finger was on Memphis, right over the marking for Bennett University.
Chapter 19
In the end, Michael went to bat for all of us. He hit a home run. Of course.
I packed while Dad argued.
“I might not be able to stop Emerson and Michael, but you’re my son. I could stop Lily, since she’s about to skip school—”
“But you won’t. Lily’s calling this a college visit, which is not a lie, and Em can’t go unless she has a chaperone.” I threw my shaving kit in my bag with my already folded clothes, figuring I’d go with the scruffy look in the morning. Maybe it would make me look older.
Nate and Dune agreed that Em, Michael, Lily, and I should be the ones to go to Memphis. They’d stay behind and keep an eye on things. Including Ava.
I dropped my travel toothbrush into my open suitcase and faced him. “I’m going to be eighteen soon. What are you going to do then?”
“Drink.”
Family trait.
I raised my hands. “I’m only packing in case we don’t find what we need in time to drive back. I’ll probably be home tomorrow night.”
“You’ll be home all day because you aren’t going.”
I turned around to get a hold on myself and to make sure my flask was covered. I zipped up my suitcase for good measure. “Dune found Jack’s information from high school. And since the university is still in the process of computerizing old student records, we have to physically go there to see what we can find.” I kept the part about tracking Jack’s pocket watch to myself. “This is the next logical step. You know you can’t go without drawing attention.”
“Then let Michael handle it.”
I ignored the drop my stomach did, but only because I really wanted to get my way instead of getting in a fight. “Michael might be Superman, but even Superman had Jimmy Olsen and Lois Lane.”
Dad tapped his chin with two fingers, a sure sign he was about to cave.
He shoots, he scores.
“I still don’t like it,” he said, but he relented. “You’re checking in. Every hour.”
“Dad.”
“You can take turns.”
“I’m positive Michael will make sure you’re in the know.” I pulled my candy stash out of my bedside drawer. An open box of Hot Tamales spilled and skittered across my hardwood floor, and I bent over to pick them up. “Dammit.”
“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Dad said, backpedaling.
I stared at his scratched-up black boots, with mud crusted and flaking around the heels. Mom would’ve freaked that he had them on in the house. “But you trust him more.”
“You are my son—”
“Glad you noticed,” I said, standing up straight. Even in his boots, I had an inch of height on him.
“My job is to protect you.”
Super heartwarming.
