“Mr. Caleb told me that Michael Turner would be a terrible father to the little girl.”
“Oh, sure. He's a good grandfather, isn't he? He paid someone to kidnap his own granddaughter.”
“Look, miss... I'm really sorry for what I did. But it's done, there's no going back. And I really needed thatmoney I got for this. Michael Turner has enough money to solve all his problems.”
“I've thought so too. But it was with Michael himself that I understood that money really can't buy everything. Look at all the money he has... and it won't be enough to allow him to keep his own daughter.”
“I really feel sorry for him. But there's nothing I can do.”
“There is. You can undo all the harm you've done by going with me and telling the judge everything.”
“Mr. Caleb told me that he might call me for future jobs. And I can't refuse that. I'm unemployed and have two children and an elderly grandmother to care for. I can't afford to burn myself with someone who is giving me opportunities.”
“Opportunity to drug people and kidnap children? Have you told your grandmother that your money is coming from that?”
“Shhh, lower your voice!”
I laughed, finding it funny that a man that size would be so concerned about the image an old lady would make of him.
Well, I was also a child raised by my grandmother, I understood that better than anyone.
“Do you think your children will be proud when they grow up and discover the things you did? In fact, will you be able to lay your head on the pillow and sleep peacefully knowing that tomorrow a father could lose the opportunity to raise his own daughter, because ofyou?”
“I can deal with this guilt.”
“And I can call the police.”
“It'll be horrible if you do, but it's part of my deal with Mr. Caleb. If I go to jail, he'll pay for my lawyers, as long as I don't tell anyone about his involvement. If I have to confess what I did, I'll say it was a personal matter between me and Michael Turner.”
Of course... just like the guy at the bar had done. I should have been recording that conversation, but I hadn't even thought about it. In my naive mind, my arguments – and threats – would have been perfectly capable of making that man agree to go with me.
“If you've said everything you came to say, miss, I think you can go now.”
He stood up and pointed toward the door. But I wasn't about to leave. Not that easy.
“I'm not in a hurry. I can stay here all day.”
“You'll get tired.”
“No problem.”
At that moment, his grandmother returned to the room.
“Sorry if I'm bothering you, I'm just passing through the kitchen, it's time for the kids' snack. Lucy, don't you want to have afternoon tea with us?”
It still took me a second to remember that 'Lucy' was me.
I looked at Julian, who glared at me, then turned his face back to the old woman.
And I smiled my most charming smile.
“Of course, ma'am. I'd love to stay with you!”
She smiled and headed into the kitchen. I looked back at Julian and added, “Maybe I will even stay for dinner too?”
Chapter fifty-three
CAMILA