Page 85 of Sins or Secrets
“I think maybeyou should talk to Ethan or Logan.”
“No, I can’t involve them. That secret is between us.If I want my freedom I need to keep my mouth shut.”
My little memory stick is in my case under this bed.Everything I would need to destroy Riley Langford is on that memory drive and it will stay there.The only thing I can hope for is that time will stop all this craziness and he’ll just leave me alone.
“You need to be careful. It’s a big problem.It’s an odd thing to pursue someone if you know they could destroy you.It means he’s not scared enough.”
A chill races down my spine.
“I know, and… I’m worried he’s going to find some way to screw with me.I can’t go back to him, Bree. I can’t do it.”
Not only was Riley a cheat and a lying son of a bitch but his way of making me do what he wanted was using his fists.I learned the hard way twice.I can't go back to that.
“That’s out of the question. You most definitely can't go back to him.” She shakes her head vigorously.“This thing you have… is it something you saw him do?”
“No. It’s worse than that. It’s hard evidence.He’s just a powerful asshole who can’t accept defeat.And he wants me back.” In his warped brain love is what he’s doing now by keeping an eye on me.
“This is so crazy. Well, at least it's good Logan knows someone was following you and it could be someone Riley sent.He did tell me to call him if I saw anyone strange lurking around the house.”
That has to count for something.
“Well, maybe he doesn’t hate me that much then.”
“Quinn, he doesn’t hate you.”
“I hope not. I don’t want him to.I kept those secrets for so long they became a part ofme.Last night I couldn’t even stop myself fromtalking.Everything came out.” I dab at my eyes as theywater.
“Oh Quinn, I’m so sorry. You deservedbetter.So much better. I wish none of it everhappened.”
“Metoo.”
Logan
Ethan gazes across at me from the other side of the table.
Ivy called me into work this morning to deal with a few new clients who were of the type I hadn’t seen in a while because I’ve been so focused on police business.
One woman wanted her ex tracked down because he’d stolen all her money and the other client was an elderly man who’d also been robbed by his ex. Except she wasn’t really an ex. She was a stripper whocalled herself Barbie, she got access to his life savings and cleaned him out.All that after he paid for her new tits and ass and her new nose and chin.
Theft was the common denominator.Both were cases I was good at.
Both were cases I would gladly trade for my current situation.
I worked until I couldn’t work anymore so I sought out the one person I knew would be working harder than me and would need a break.
Ethan was in his office just like I predicted, and well past the hour when he was supposed to leave.
Busy as he was though he took the break to listen to me talk, and tell him my latest discovery.
I don’t think I’ve ever talked so much in my life about myself, and I don’t think he’s ever had to listen for that long either.
I’d never had so much happen to me in one spell of shit, not even when I went on my worst mission in Afghanistan and wasn’t sure if I was going to make it out alive.
This feels worse than that, because the last ten years feel like they were stretched into one big disaster.Built on a lie I felt like I should have seen through.
I stopped talking a few minutes ago and silence took over filling the space between us.It was a moment he needed to process what I was really saying.
“I don’t know what to say to you,” Ethan says, templing his fingers.“It feels like anything I can find isn’t enough.I’m sorry. I knew Peter Cambray was one mean son of a bitch but Jesus Christ … that man was an animal.”
