Page 42 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

Jimmie leads us into his house—or should I say mansion—where a woman who looks to be in her late thirties greets us with a warm smile and an apron wrapped around her waist.

“Hey baby, how was school?” she asks, followed by a warm smile.

“Same as yesterday. Mum, this is Jolie. Jolie, my mum, Victoria.”

“Oh please, call me Vicky,” she insists.

“Nice to meet you, Vicky. Jimmie and I have some homework to do. I’m new, and he has offered to help me catch up on all my missed schoolwork.”

“Well, you two better head upstairs. I will bring you a snack.” Vicky winks at Jimmie, then walks away. I snicker as Jimmie groans and shakes his head.

We take the stairs until we reach a landing. I’m not sure I can get used to the size of these houses—at times it all seems a bit too much.

“I have the entire floor to myself, so I’ve made use of all the rooms,” Jimmie explains as he leads us into an office and we both sit on the sofa lounge. Then he pulls a coffee table closer so we can pretend to set up our homework.

Jimmie’s mum brings up finger sandwiches and cookies, and once she leaves, I pull out my list.

List of suspicious shit.

1- Weird note.

2- Kidnapped and chased… Was it them?

3- Brennan being there to save me.

4- Being fostered by Brennan’s parents.

5- Brennan being a God.

6- Everyone’s reaction to me asking if Boston killed a girl

7- Brennan’s note.

I hold it out to Jimmie, but pull it back slightly when he goes to take it. “Promise me you will not speak a word of this to anyone. It could be dangerous.”

“I swear.”

I hold it back out and he takes it this time, his brow raising as he reads it over.

“Well, that is a lot to take in. Let’s start at the top.”

We go over each point and I explain. He agrees it is weird, and that it must be connected somehow.

We spend a few hours going over ideas, as well as doing actual homework. I personally wouldn’t have done it, but Jimmie insisted we get it finished.

I turned my phone off before we left school as a precaution, just in case the dicks decided to track me. Especially now that they have assigned me a babysitter every day. Powering my phone back on, I get bombarded with tons of messages.

Boston

Where the fuck are you?

Laughn

I love a good game of hide and seek.

I flick through the rest of the texts.

Case

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