Page 70 of The Devils They Are

It takes a few seconds before I even start to register what Mr. Morrison has said. Although I hear the words, I still fail to understand what he's trying to tell me. I haven't paid anything.

"Sorry, what do you mean?" I ask.

He reaches into the folder, flicking through the papers. "I'm certain that I have the details here. Ahh, yes—here you go. A lump sum has been paid. It will cover whatever package you choose."

I stare at the piece of paper he's holding out, frozen in place. Arch lets go of my hand, taking it instead.

"It's a receipt," he murmurs. "Definitely allocated to Savanna's account."

"That can't be right," I say, finally snapping out of my daze. Plucking the receipt from his hand, I glance over the words. There are very minimal details, the handwritten notes just listing an amount and Mom's name. "I didn't pay this."

Mr. Morrison nods, apparently agreeing. "A nice, young man stopped in yesterday. He paid with cash. It was a little odd. We don't see cash payments very often anymore."

My eyes snap up. "What young man?"

"I didn't get his name, unfortunately." Mr. Morrison looks crestfallen, as if he's personally wronged me. "But he was adamant about covering the services."

Arch frowns. "I thought no one knew except me."

"They don't," I answer. "You're the only one I've told."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure."

Who else would know? Sandy knows, but I very much doubt a nurse would randomly pay for a patient's funeral. Not to mention I'm fairly certain she's lacking a penis.

The other hospital staff wouldn't have any interest in this. Wait.

The hospital.

My eyes widen slightly as my mouth parts in disbelief. He wouldn't… would he?

No way. There's no chance in hell that Rylan knows what happened. He dropped me off at the hospital, but I never told him why I was there.

He swore he didn't answer my cell, but even if he had, the hospital wouldn't have disclosed personal information to a random person over the phone.

"What are you thinking?" Arch asks, his eyes locked on my painfully obvious shocked reaction.

Without replying, I look over at Mr. Morrison. "Did this young man have brown hair? Light blue eyes?"

Before he even says anything, my suspicions are confirmed right away as his eyes light up in recognition. "Yes, that's him! A friend of yours?"

I snap my attention over to Archie, whose color is quickly draining from his face.

"That fucking asshole," I whisper.

"No way… are you sure?" Arch murmurs back with a frown.

Shoving my chair back—which embarrassingly gets caught on the plush carpet—I stand up. Mr. Morrison looks momentarily horrified, stuttering out an apology as I storm out of his office. I feel bad for him, but I can't dwell on that at the moment.

Behind me, I hear Archie say something to him, before he joins me back at the car.

"Bex?"

"Take me home, Arch." My jaw grinds with anger. "I need my truck. There's someone I have to pay a visit to."

Chapter twenty-five

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