Page 69 of Wasted
A reserved parking stall. For none other than Clinton Glenn.
Chapter
Twenty
What was with the crowd of people?
Cillian kept his attention on the cluster of four adults as he crossed the street to the police station.
Two tall guys and two women, one sitting in a wheelchair, grouped in the courtyard some designer must’ve thought would help the police with their public image. Whoever the people were, they apparently didn’t mind the cold since they were choosing to stand outside, all glancing toward the entrance as they chatted.
Wait. Wasn’t that Treese?
He should’ve guessed, since she wore a skin-tight skirt that ended mid-way down her thighs, despite the nineteen-degree temp. At least her fur coat was thick enough to cover whatever flirty top she was probably wearing.
He’d love to hear what Victoria would say about her sister wearing such a skimpy outfit. And maybe he soon would. When he’d stopped by the station again last night, one of the cops had told him she had a bail hearing set for this morning. He’d said if she got bail, she could be out by nine.
Must be why Treese was hanging out at five minutes to nine. Were those her siblings with her?
Could be, but Cillian wouldn’t wait to find out. All he wanted to do right now was see Victoria, free. He walked around the group and hurried toward the station entrance.
“Hey, Cillian!” The female shout made him stop.
He turned around to see Treese wave and smile. Now he’d have to stop by her. Couldn’t be rude to Victoria’s siblings. He headed back toward them, returning Treese’s smile. “Hi.”
“Are you here to see Victoria?” Treese’s gleaming white teeth didn’t stop him from noticing the glint in her eyes.
Just how much had she heard of his blowup with her dad the other night? Enough either to hear he was a bad boy, according to her old man, or get the idea he was into her sister. Good thing he didn’t care who knew either.
“Yeah.” He glanced at the other three, who watched him with curious stares. “I was told she could get out on bail right about now.” Yep, they were definitely Westons. Robert had probably changed the least since Cillian had seen him when the kid was about twelve or something. Same dark brown hair and intelligent brown eyes, though the facial hair showed he’d matured.
The tall, skinny blond-haired guy didn’t look familiar at all, but his features favored his brother with a little of Victoria thrown in. Had to be the only blond sibling in the family, the youngest, Hank.
That left Spring, next in age after Victoria, though there was a gap of like three or four years, if he remembered right. But the only one who looked like the girl he remembered was the lovely brunette who sat in the wheelchair.
Wow. That had to be rough for her and the whole family, especially Victoria.
“I remember you.” The woman he was observing aimed big brown eyes up at him. “I wondered if it was you when Treese told us about a friend of Victoria’s visiting the house the other night.”
She put it so nicely. Like he was an old friend paying a social call. Was that really how Treese had painted his confrontation with their dad?
Cillian’s mouth twitched as he held back his amusement and nodded. “I remember you, too. Though you’ve grown up.” He swung his glance to include the whole group. “You all have.”
Robert stuck his hand out to Cillian. “I’m Robert. I remember you taught me how to make rubber band slingshots that time you were at our house.” He smiled as Cillian returned the handshake. “My dad wasn’t too happy with you for that.”
“Neither was Mom when you broke her favorite vase shooting pebbles with that thing.” Spring smiled as she shook her head at her brother.
“I’d say I’m sorry, but every man should know how to defend his family.” Cillian grinned, and the siblings laughed. He transferred his gaze to Hank, who matched Cillian’s height. “You’re the only one I haven’t really officially met yet. You were a toddler tumbling around when I saw you last. Hank, right?”
“Yeah. Henry, Jr., but don’t hold that against me.” Hank accepted Cillian’s offered handshake with a firm grip and a smile.
Yep, Treese must’ve told them something about the blowup. “I won’t if you don’t hold whatever you heard against me.”
Hank chuckled. “Deal.”
“There she is!” Treese’s exclamation jerked Cillian’s attention to the police station entrance.
And dropped his heart into his stomach.
