Page 80 of Somebody's Watching Me
“It’s nearly one o’clock in the morning. Why is he not already asleep?” Simone asked, already moving past her son to head out the door. “I’mgoing to hurt that Sinclair man for all the crap he’s done, but now he’s keeping my babies awake.”
“We’re talking about whether Samuel was born with a stick up his ass,” Jamison told Selah when Simone left. “Or if one was inserted later.”
“Born with it,” Selah confirmed. “Now stop bullshitting me.”
Not wanting to get into the notes with Selah, she lied. “Michael Sinclair.”
“I swung past the media room and overheard Liam talking on the phone to his dad,” Selah said. “The FBI is bringing in even more people from Zanmi.”
Their father got to his feet. “Sinclair?”
“Not that I’ve heard.” Selah shoved his hands in his pockets. “But we need to talk, Jamison.”
Bracing herself, she waited. The questions had already been asked, but she guessed her brother thought she hadn’t been telling the truth and would confide in him privately.
“What the hell was Sinclair talking about?” Selah asked. “Have you met this guy?”
“I have not.” Same answer as before. “I have never in my life met Michael Sinclair before he showed up here.”
Selah dropped into the room’s only chair. “Okay, fine. But what was that bit about you lying to Liam?”
And again, the same answer as before. “Michael Sinclair is a manipulative psycho. I have no idea what he’s referring to.”
Liam had been the one to ask first, cold and distant when he did. Out of everyone, she thought he would know not to take the phone call at face value.
Selah rubbed a hand over his shaved head. “Dad?”
“If she says she hasn’t met him, then she hasn’t.”
At least her father had her back.
“I’m tired and want to go to bed.” She stood and said goodnight. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
Opening the door, she shrieked when Xavier startled her. Standing in his Spiderman pajamas, he grinned sheepishly. “Is Papa in here?”
“Why aren’t you in bed?” Selah groaned.
Lenora appeared in the darkened hall. “Because he wants to sleep with Papa.”
A complete and total sucker for his grandkids, Jamison shook her head when her father waved him in. “Okay, but we’re going straight to sleep. No talking.”
Xavier let out a whoop and rushed to the bed. Jamison left them to it and headed out and through the kitchen. The house was finally shutting down for the night, with only Liam in the media room downstairs.
She paused in the doorway to watch him work at the makeshift desk constructed of folding tables.
“Where’s Rowan?”
“In bed, I hope.” Liam’s dark, bloodshot eyes flicked up from the laptop screen. “I need him fresh by the morning.”
“Don’t you think you need some sleep, too?”
His gaze lowered, returning to whatever was in front of him. “I’ll get to it.”
“Get to it now.”
Swiping a hand through his hair, he blew out a stream of air. “My bag is still in your room. I’ll be up in a minute to get it.”
“I’ll bring it down.”
