Page 49 of Play With Me
She kicks me under the table, and I glower at her. “That’s not gonna get me to talk.”
“It worked when you were younger.”
“Because you were a bully then and you’re a bully now.”
“I’m your sister. That’s not the same thing.”
I find my lips twitching, and so do hers.
“Fine, tell me over the picadillo and mojitos. I so wanna know what’s going on.”
I know she has me there.
Once two mojitos are ingested and the food is swirling around in my stomach, I blurt it all out.
She doesn’t even have to ask me again. It’s just word vomit while she listens, taking notes on her phone.
And when it’s all out there, my lungs inhaling a deep breath, she asks, “So, you’re telling me that the guy you’re sleeping with thinks his stepdad and mom killed his dad?”
I swallow an ice cube, feeling it burn my throat as it goes down, and nod.
“Yeah.”
“Shit. This is you asking me to investigate, huh?”
“Don’t know what you could find that the police didn’t already consider.”
“Bet they were paid off and looked the other way. Rich people do whatever they want and rarely get caught.”
“Yeah,” I murmur, finishing off my third drink and setting it down.
“I’ll look into it. What’s his last name?”
I shake my head, but end up writing it down for her when she hands me a pen that she had stashed in her purse.
It’s all going to come out now. She won’t stop until she has some kind of answer for me. She really is a good sister.
“I can’t pay you.”
“I don’t want your money, dickhead.”
Just as she says that, she reaches over and swipes something from the corner of my mouth.
“Got shit there. Still a messy eater at twenty-one.”
It’s then that I feel eyes on me. My gaze slides over my shoulder, and I see Colton standing there, a plastic to-go bag in his hand, his head cocked.
My heart thumps in my chest almost painfully.
Shit, what’s he doing here? Is he following me?
I swallow and offer him a small wave as his lips turn into a deep frown.
“Who is that guy glowering at you? Oh.Ohhh.” My sister is whisper-squealing, and I want to shove her under the table. “Wave him over here. Hurry! Before he leaves. I wanna meet him.”
“You’re not meeting anyone. Fuck off.”
But she doesn’t listen, just stands up and makes her way over to him. I slump down in my chair, watching as she speaks to him and then holds a hand out.
