Chapter 58

On the way back, Kristin dozed off against the window.

James gestured to Bill to crank up the heat and kill the music, driving smoothly in silence.

“Mr. Bryce, I’ve dug up some dirt… Ms. Turner skedaddled to Crescendo Town solo. The Turner family and the FitzGerald family don’t seem keen on letting her off the hook. Word on the street is Vincent’s trying to strong–arm her into marrying his butler’s son, a psycho. She called the cops and bolted,” Bill said, his voice hoarse.

He couldn’t fathom why all the malice in the world seemed to have it out for this kind–hearted lady.

James had a grim look on his face, his gaze dark as he stared out the car window.

“Back in the day, Ms. Turner must’ve been blind to fall for a guy like Vincent. What a bad luck in the love department!” Bill mused.

Six

years ago, he had sensed Vincent wasn’t worthy of Kristin. But back then, Kristin had eyes only for Vincent.

“Ms. Turner showing up at the club was a fluke. The club’s business manager, Harriet, did time with Ms. Turner and needed an extra hand because of the chamber of commerce dinner. Harriet roped Ms. Turner in to help out as a drink–serving gal initially, but since Ms. Turner probably can’t hold her liquor, Harriet, being somewhat decent, let her work the front desk instead.”

James frowned and glanced at Kristin. If he hadn’t recognized Kristin at the club, she might’ve been in for a rougher time.

“Ms. Turner is shacking up with Harriet in the club’s apartment block, a place that isn’t top–notch,” Bill whispered.

“Let’s head home.” James wasn’t about to let Kristin keep bunking with others in some rental dump.

“To the No.9 Mansion or…” Bill hesitated.

Over the years, James had a fair share of women, most of them taken to the No. 9 Mansion. Linda, the one who’d hung around the longest, always met him there.

James had never brought any woman to his own place.

“Back to Marigold Manor.” replied James

Bill looked back at James in surprise, as if to double–check.

James didn’t say another word, and Bill just drove back.

That was James‘ own pad, a place never sullied by the presence of a woman.

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Watching Kristin sleeping, James rubbed his temples. This time he was dead serious about not letting her slip away easily.

At Garner’s Garage in Silvergrove City.

Summer was sitting in the yard, fiddling with a magic cube, lightning–fast despite being only five years old.

where are the grown–ups?” asked a man in a van, stopping

gate.

uncle is at work, not fixing cars

side gig as a bodyguard for the well–heeled, which

the next.

was home

got candy here. Open the gate for me, and I’ll

some fun.”

can’t take candy from strangers, and I won’t go out to play with you. You a kidnapper

aback by the cheeky kid. “Hey, I’m just being nice, offering you

Summer put

savvy. “Open up, and I promise,

him, the man darkened his face and got back in his van, ready to

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job for the cash

he was about to ram the gate, a black sedan pulled

hit

the car, eyeing the van

much thought, York walked up with snacks

York, Summer ran over, all smiles.

me to

asking softly. “Is he not

the gate gap. “I’ve sorted out your school enrollment. Garner will take you tomorrow. Be good and study hard. Don’t

Summer nodded obediently.

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back with a carefully folded

wanting Rhett to be his

“I’m off to Crescendo Town with Mr. FitzGerald tomorrow,

you bring Mom back?” Summer

had found out that Kristin might be in

searching for Kristin. Rhett feared

Summer to strong–arm Kristin into

York, you gotta keep your

then nodded. “Summer, does your mom have any friends

“Mom has a friend, Harriet. She got out of the prison before Mom and came to

had a photographic memory, especially sharp with numbers.

gobsmacked by sharp Summer who made sure to jot down

snacks, York hopped into the car and took a quick peek at the drawing Summer had whipped up. For some reason, it hit him right in the

adults holding hands with

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him and Mom from the

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