“Seraphina, Seraphina.” Knight pulled her away from the steps. She crumpled against him. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
Our eyes met. I’d never felt so much pain.
* * *
There was a decision to make.
Seraphina, Kimble, Knight, and I sat in my office. Seraphina had stopped crying. The tears were replaced by a vacant stare. She had stopped throwing things once everything was at the bottom of the pool. She was out of energy. Out of tears.
Kimble’s arm was wrapped and the bandage he had placed over the bullet wound was starting to seep. I tried not to look at it. Things were different between him and Knight. I didn’t want an explanation. I didn’t need it. I wasn’t going to ask them what happened in the tunnels.
“I should be the one to tell Rebecca and Kyle,” I offered. “They may not trust me completely, but I can do my best to explain what happened.”
Kimble looked at me quizzically. “I disagree. None of that can happen.”
“We can’t have Seraphina do it.” I looked at her. She stared into a cup of tea.
“No. We don’t tell them.”
That got her attention. She blinked. “Their son is dead. They have a right to know.”
Knight sloshed his bourbon in the glass. “Kimble’s right. They can’t know. No one can know.”
“What?” Seraphina practically lunged at her brother. “You’re going to cover it up?”
Knight shook his head. “We aren’t covering it up. But what good does it do any of us? If we go to the parents, they will go to the police. And if the tunnels are uncovered in the investigation, the Feds will be brought in. My charges won’t be kidnapping anymore, they’ll be murder charges.” He exhaled. “And Kennedy will be under federal scrutiny for every single thing that runs through Martin Global.”
“But someone has to pay,” she croaked. “Someone has to pay for this. My baby…” she drifted off.
“They will pay. I promise they will pay. But the cops aren’t going to be able to help. There are too many bodies. Too much blood spilled. This cannot see daylight.” Knight’s voice was strong and firm. He had brought this to us. I realized it was courtesy out of respect for Seraphina’s mourning. The decision had been made.
I leaned toward Seraphina and put my hand on her wrist. “We can’t do this without you. you have a say in the decision.” I spoke softly. It was the hardest question I had ever had to ask someone. “Do we have your permission to move Crew’s body? He has to be somewhere where he can never be found, Seraphina.”
She buried her face in her hands. I thought she was waiting for tears that couldn’t possibly be produced. She looked at us. “Don’t ask me to hide him.”
“Please, think about it,” I implored softly.
“There won’t be a funeral? No memorial service? Just act like he vanished and not recognize what his life meant. I don’t see how I can do that.”
I glanced at Knight. “I’ll hold a memorial for him here,” I offered. “Obviously, it will be private, just us. He meant a lot to me Seraphina. For three years he was by my side every single day. I trusted him, like I trust Kimble.” My eyes started to burn. I wouldn’t cry in front of her, it seemed unfair. “I want to honor him too. We can do that here.”
“You would do that?” she asked.
“Yes. I’ll plan it or you can plan it. Whatever you want,” I offered. “But Knight is right about what has to happen. We must protect each other.”
She took a big inhale of air and looked across the circle at her brother. “I want my freedom. That’s my price for keeping this secret the rest of my life.”
His brow furrowed. “I hardly think this is the time.”
“No. It is,” I agreed. “Give it to her.”
He closed his eyes and nodded. “All right. I’ll work on the Castilles. It’s done. You have your freedom, and we will make sure that Crew’s murderers are punished the way the families have always taken care of each other.”
She turned toward the fire and lifted the tea to her lips.
When Knight looked at me I knew there was one more decision we had to agree on. “I have to go to the investigators tomorrow and tell them about the attack.”
“No.” He shook his head.