Oh, God, the little girl.
She sat across from me at Will’s dining room table, and although I thought her silent behavior was a little weird, I never would’ve guessed that she was in danger.
“She’s not his niece, is she?” I ask on a sob.
Kincaid shakes his head, the image of him growing blurry through both tears and intoxication this time.
I drop my head into my hands, crying for a little girl I could’ve helped had I just kept my sense about me rather than thinking Spade was being a dick when he voiced his opinion over the guy I dated for a few weeks in high school.
I took the man at face value, happy that he seemed to have made such a nice life for himself.
“Who is she?” I ask, her pretty blond hair a complete contrast to every man I ever met in Will’s family, flashing in my mind.
God, I’m such an idiot.
“We don’t know,” Kincaid answers. “We’re hoping you might have heard or saw something while you were at his house.”
My eyes snap to Spade, feeling betrayed he shared that information with Cerberus. I’m not a criminal on any level, but this situation is starting to make me feel like one.
I shake my head, my hands covering my ears. This can’t be happening. They have to be confused. It’s like my mind just can’t wrap around any of this. They have it all wrong. The guy I know wouldn’t do something like this. He was kind and thoughtful. He was shy, afraid to even let his hand wander down my back when we were teens.
Then my mind calms itself of all these questions, all the arguments. Will Varon is a guy from my past. Years separate the two of us. I know Faith, and she trusts these men, so that means I can as well. This isn’t a joke or some sort of trick.
The man I thought I knew as a boy is a bad guy, and as much as I argued to Spade about him not being a terrible person, looking into Kincaid’s tired eyes proves me wrong.
I keep my eyes locked on the club president because looking at theI told you solook on Spade’s face would only make me feel worse.
“I went to lunch at his house. We sat in the dining room. A little girl, someone he introduced as his niece, joined us.”
“Her name?” Kincaid asks.
I shake my head, feeling even more foolish. “He didn’t mention her by name or even speak to her the rest of the meal. She walked up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She called him uncle before sitting down and never said another word. What did Greta say about her?”
I don’t miss the look Kincaid gives Spade over my shoulder.
“What?”
“Greta took the little girl to the hospital after she was beaten pretty badly. Greta was found dead in Will’s house this morning.”
“And Will? Is he refusing to answer questions about the little girl?”
Colton clears his throat before speaking. “Will Varon hasn’t been apprehended. We need you to tell us everything you know about his family.”
The evening continues with a million questions, ones I can’t seem to answer. It turns out I didn’t know Will as much as I thought I did.
We never spent time at his house. The only reason I knew he had cousins is because some of them were younger than me and in school. The older ones, the ones Will tried to warn away from me always showed up at the park when we went there to hang out. I give them names I can remember, but dates are questionable. High school was so long ago.
I feel like I haven’t helped them at all by the time it’s over.
Chapter 24
Spade
I don’t recall a time I’ve ever felt more helpless than I do right now, watching as Sylvie tries to recall any and all details from her past that included Will Varon.
“And your sexual relationship with him?” Kincaid asks.
I clench the arm rests of the chair I’m sitting in.