Page 58 of Look at Her and Die

Was this about last night?

And shouldn’t her siblings be in school right now?

I took her to the house, tugging Bumbo’s reins to get him to follow me.

He grudgingly left his grass behind, and I tied him to the porch railing before leading her inside.

The cool air-conditioned air hit me like a slap as my sweat-covered shirt immediately started to become uncomfortable.

“What’s up?”

The boy gave his big sister a shoulder check, and Searcy jolted.

“This is weird, I know.” She scrunched up her nose. “But I literally don’t trust anyone. I don’t even know that I trust you, really. But seriously, I think I’m in deep trouble right now.”

That had my stomach clenching.

Was it the boy from last night?

Was it her sister?

What was wrong?

That had my back straightening. “What’s going on?”

And who did I have to kill to get that look of complete and utter fear off her face?

Because I’d probably kill anyone for her.

Which was a sobering thought because I’d literally only known her for a very short amount of time.

She bit her lip for a few seconds before the boy blurted, “If you tell anyone what I’m about to say that’ll fuck us over, I’ll go to jail for the rest of my life just to make sure that you don’t ever walk straight again.”

I held up my hands, liking the boy’s gumption.

I easily had a hundred pounds and about eight or nine inches of height on the runt.

“Searcy got a lottery ticket as a tip, and she won the Powerball.”

That was the young girl.

And did I just hear her correctly?

“The Powerball?” I asked, my gaze snapping to Searcy. “You won the lottery?”

She swallowed and nodded. “A few months ago, Taryn Durant reluctantly gave me his Powerball ticket as a tip. The ticket was a winner. The only winner. I shoved it in a drawer in my kitchen and forgot about it until Anders was searching for a highlighter this morning and found it in the drawer. The news happened to be on and she found out that the numbers matched. What do I do now?”

I had…no clue.

“Uhhh,” I said. “I honestly have no idea. But I do know a really good lawyer that might be able to figure it out.”

Or, more accurately, Apollo did.

He’d been in the process of suing someone when his son, Tavi, had died.

His lawyer had been a bulldog, and they’d put the whole thing on pause while Apollo found a way to live again without his kid.

My brother was a lawyer, but I wouldn’t trust him with a sandwich, let alone lottery winnings.

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