She returns a few minutes later. “Donny has to talk to Dale and to Brock.”
“What for?”
“I gave him the number, and he’s going to work on tracing it. Then I asked if I could tell you what was going on with his family.”
“I don’t want to pry,” I say.
No lie. I’m not nosy or gossipy. What Idowant, though, is to help Brock if I can. I don’t know why I feel that way. After all, we’ve only had a couple of dates, and I have my own issues to contend with.
“I know you don’t, but to tell the truth, Ror, I’m aching to confide in you. But I have to respect his wishes. Dale didn’t answer when Donny called, and apparently Brock is in Wyoming today with his father.”
I raise my eyebrows. “He is? He didn’t bother telling me.”
Callie’s cheeks blush a little. “I’m sorry, Ror.”
“Don’t be.”
“Is there anything I can do?” my sister asks.
I stand and return her chair. “Yeah. You can tell me why Mrs. Mayer’s property has a lien on it held by the Steel Trust.”
CHAPTER TWO
BROCK
I’m going to puke.
Seriously, I’m going to upchuck right here in the middle of my father’s pickup as we drive to Wyoming looking for dead bodies at GPS coordinates. As if that isn’t reason enough to lose the contents of my stomach.
Lamone.
My father didn’t just sayLamone.
“He claims to be a grandson,” my father continues.
“Let me fucking guess. His first name is Pat.”
“Patrick, yes.” Dad turns and stares at me, but then he moves his glance back to the road. “How the hell do you know that?”
I gulp audibly. Do I tell him what’s going on with Rory and Callie? I don’t exactly have their permission.
“Where’s the guy live?” I ask.
“He’s in Snow Creek. He’s been there for a while…a couple of weeks at least.”
“What about his father or mother? Which side is related to the Steels?”
“His mother’s side, apparently. That’s about all we know right now.”
“Pat Lamone went to school with Callie and Rory Pike,” I say.
“Yeah, he’d be about the right age. His parents lived in Snow Creek, but they moved after his junior year.”
“Yeah.”
“You know this guy?”
“Callie and Rory do.”