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I shoved the letter in his face. He read it without touching it. And then he stared at me. “Why didn’t you report this?”
“To who? You? You proved the other day you’re just as useless as the rest of your damn department. Why would I bother? We deal with things our own way in Saint View, Boston. That’s how it’s always been, that’s how it always will be.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Eve. Why do you make everything so difficult? If you brought me this, I would have done something about it myself. We could have avoided this entire scene.”
“Or you could have ignored it. You could have told me it was nothing. You could have told me I was overreacting. All things I’ve heard it from your department in the past. Your track record when it comes to actually helping people in Saint View? Pathetic.”
Boston shook his head slowly. “I can’t help you if you don’t want to help yourself.”
“Like I said, I don’t want your help.” I spun on my heel and marched down the driveway to my car and threw myself behind the wheel. I paused with my fingers clenched and watched Boston storm away, back inside the house, the door slamming behind him once more.
I jumped as the noise echoed back.
I was pretty sure the entire house shook with the force of that slam.
I punched the side of my fist against my door. “Dammit!” I didn’t know whether to scream in frustration or let the hot, angry tears pricking at the backs of my eyes loose.
A tapping at the passenger-side window caught my attention.
Reed’s son motioned for me to wind down the window.
I cracked it an inch. “What? If you’re here to deliver some message from your mother or father, I don’t want to hear it.”
But he shook his head quickly. “Can you open the door? I need to show you something.”
He didn’t have the same aggressive anger in his eyes his mother did. Or the same calculating gleam of his father. He just looked young. And lost. He kind of reminded me of Fawn.
I would probably regret it, but I unlocked the door anyway. “What’s your name again?”
“Dylan.” He slid inside the car and motioned for me to start the engine. “Can we just drive around the block? I don’t need my mother seeing me with you and stomping out here again.”
I didn’t need that either. I was more than ready to get out of here and leave the Reeds, and Boston, in my review mirror. “Put your seat belt on.”
I gunned the engine, louder than I would have normally, and peeled out of the driveway.
Dylan didn’t talk until we were out on the road, the house disappearing behind us. “I’ve got everything that happened between you and my mom on video.”
Anger flared through me, hot and fast. I slammed on the brakes, not caring I was in the middle of a suburban street. “You’re here to blackmail me? For real? Get the fuck out.”
Dylan’s eyes went wide, and he held his hands up in a stop motion. “No, no. I swear. I actually wanted to offer the video to you.”
“What for?”
He shrugged. “For whatever you want it for. Post it online. Take it to the cops. Sue, get yourself some money. I don’t know.”
I stared at him. “Why would you give me that? Where’s your loyalty to your mother?”
He laughed a hard, bitter sound. “I can’t stand either of my parents. They’re the biggest hypocrites I’ve ever met. And I’m sick of playing the dutiful son because that’s what’s expected of a candidate’s family. I’m supposed to stand there, behind a man I despise, wearing my Sunday best and smiling like all is right in the world.”
I couldn’t stand his parents either. So I could hardly blame him. “So what? You give me this video, and that’s your revenge?”
He looked down at the phone clutched in his hands. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought it through.”
I let out a sigh. “Pass me my purse. It’s down there at your feet.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I couldn’t help but smile at him. Nobody ever called me ma’am. I rifled through my bag and pulled out my business card, holding it out to him.
