Page 202 of Forever Never
“Son, I’ve been on the straight and narrow for years now. But I appreciate the concern. I’m more than ready to do my part to bring that son of a bitch to justice.”
“Okay then,” Brick said, not knowing what else to say. “I guess I’ll be by within the hour.”
“We’ll be ready,” William promised.
* * *
Forty-five minutes later,Brick stood in his own dining room while Special Agent Stick Up Her Ass and Junior Agent Compensating for a Small Dick faced off against Camille, his father, and Remi. Chief Ford sat at the head of the table.
Magnus and his new buddy Mega had been relegated to the backyard after hissing and barking at the feds.
Remi, an excellent judge of character, was already pissed off at something one of the agents had said.
“I’m sorry. I feel like I missed the part where you expressed concern to my friend here about the abuse she’s suffered for years at the hands of a monster. You kind of just jumped straight into the ‘tell me about the money’ part,” Remi said sweetly.
Brick hid his smile as Darlene coughed subtly into her hand.
“Of course we have great sympathy for Mrs. Vorhees’s...” Brice’s chilly gaze flicked over Camille’s bruised face. “…situation. But our agency isn’t interested in domestic matters.”
“Right, because money is more important than human life,” Remi purred.
Like mother, like daughter.
“Mrs. Vorhees,” White began, “Chief Ford sent us some interesting information regarding your husband and his use of campaign funds. We’re going to need you to elaborate on what you told her.”
Camille nodded, the consummate hostess despite her battered face. “Of course, Agent White,” she said. “Can we offer you two anything to drink while you’re here? Coffee? Tea?”
“A kick in the ass,” Remi muttered under her breath.
“Ms. Ford, is it?” Brice asked, arching an eyebrow. “I presume you two are related.”
“We are,” the chief responded. “Remington is my youngest daughter.”
“How does this situation concern her?” White asked almost flippantly. Brick tensed, ready to take issue with the disrespect, but Special Agent Brice shot her sidekick a cool look that had him shutting up.
“Do you mean besides caring about the violence a man imparted on my friend?”
White was going to get his teeth kicked in if he didn’t watch his mouth. And Brick didn’t mind letting Remi take her shots at him.
“Do you have any other reason for being at this table other than being a hand-holder?” Brice asked.
“Only from the standpoint that I was in the car he ran off the road and plowed through a guardrail, sending us down a cliff in an attempted double homicide. Or the fact that he’s been sending me threats since I came back to the island,” she snapped, coming halfway out of her chair.
Camille laid a hand on Remi’s sleeve.
White jotted down some notes.
“I see,” Special Agent Brice said.
“You bet your ass, you see,” Remi said.
“Remington.” Darlene’s voice was tired.
“This would be the accident on January thirtieth?” Brice asked, shuffling papers in her folder.
“That’s correct,” Camille said. “My husband hacked my phone and discovered that I was planning on leaving him. That Remi was going to help me.”
“The accident that you said occurred because a Ms. Ballard was intoxicated.”
