Page 27 of Angels and Skulls
“Okay dear, I’ll be there in a minute. I’ll have Ray drive me over.”
“I’m not home right now. Maybe we could meet up tomorrow.”
Maggie doesn’t say anything for a long moment. “You’re not home?”
“No.”
“Where are you?”
“Um, I’m … on club business,” I say quickly.
“Will you be home tonight?” she asks.
“No.” My gaze narrows on Jenny, and she rolls her eyes at me.
“Okay, honey. Well, you just stop by when you get back to town.”
“Will do. I appreciate it.”
“You have a good night now and be safe.”
“I will.”
“I love you, honey.”
“I love you too, Grandma.”
Jenny holds her chest, and I’m not sure but I think she’s hitting her max on what she can take in one day.
“You’re not very good at lying, are you?” she asks as soon as I hit disconnect.
“Fuck, I’ve never lied so much in my entire life.”
“I’m sorry.”
I wave her off. “I just need a minute to think about all of this.” I reach for the contract and read through it again. It’s simple enough. Both of them promised to keep quiet. The only way it could be broken was if Jackson or Raffe needed help.
“It’s cut and dry. Unless Jackson needs me, and you’ve already told me he doesn’t, the contract cannot be broken.”
She’s trying her best to get me to uphold the agreement and keep her secret.
“But what about Raffe?”
“What about him?” Her brows pull together in confusion.
I slide the paper toward her. “It clearly says if JacksonorRaffe needs you.”
Her eyebrows dip lower as she reads where I’m pointing. “It was only supposed to say Jackson.”
“Well, it doesn’t.”
Jenny’s mouth falls open, realizing Rachel slipped it into the contract without her noticing. Her head darts up suddenly. “Is Raffe not okay?”
“No. Not really. You heard the phone call earlier. Jackson’s been worried sick about him. We have all been. He’s gotten a little better, but …”
“If Raffe is having a hard time, I agree with Jackson. Why would my mom give him that box?”
“Do you know what’s in it?”
