Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106797 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
I didn’t know what time it was when our yard finally cleared of all the cop cars. Our neighbors were still lingering in their lawns or behind their windows, phones glued to their ears, no doubt spreading gossip through the town about Dale Poxton being tossed in the back of a police car. When the last car other than Officer Martino’s pulled away, it was just him, Rhodes, Lana, Mom and I left. We all stared at each other, no one moving, no one really knowing what to do next.
“I think we should talk,” Lana finally said, clearing her throat. “Can we?” She motioned toward the house and I nodded, leading us all inside.
Mom was in a zombie sort of state, her hair wild and her eyes heavy, but she brewed up a pot of coffee for all of us as we gathered around the kitchen island. Rhodes took the bar stool next to mine and pulled me close, resting his hand on my leg. He hadn’t stopped touching me since Dale was hauled off. I was thankful. It seemed his touch was the only thing keeping me from losing myself.
“I don’t even know where to start,” Lana tried, looking to Officer Martino for help. He smiled encouragingly and rubbed her lower back.
“Why did you leave?” Rhodes asked. His lips were pressed together, his jaw tense, but his eyes were bright green and soft. I was so confused, so lost, but I couldn’t even imagine what was going through his head. His sister, who he assumed was dead just a few hours before, was now standing in my kitchen with us.
Lana sighed, twisting her short brown hair around her fingers before letting it spring back into shape. “I can’t start there. It goes back further than that.”
“So start from the beginning.”
Lana took a moment, a pondering look on her face. It was as if she were racking her brain for the right words to say, or maybe she was pulling a memory from an ocean so deep she thought she’d never have to see it again. I sipped my coffee and eyed my mom as we waited. I wondered how she was feeling, and even though we were on weird terms, I found myself wanting to hug her.
“When I turned eighteen, I started interning at the Poxton Beach Law Firm. I wanted to go to law school, but it was going to take me a few years of waitressing to get enough cash saved up to even think of applying. I thought interning would be the best way to stay relevant in that down time, and lucky for me, a spot had just opened up.” She said lucky sarcastically, and I knew if she could go back now, she wouldn’t have applied at all.
“I knew Dale was on the board, obviously, being that he owns the firm, but I didn’t realize that he was a lawyer and that he worked on certain cases. So, I was surprised and excited, to say the least, when I was assigned to the case he was working on at the time.” I noticed Mom sniffle at the mention of Dale, but she just continued stirring her coffee.
“I remember when you started there,” Rhodes said. “You would go to school all day, then intern, and sometimes serve after.” He shook his head. “I was so impressed.”
“It was important to me. And Dale made me feel like I was special, like I was one-of-a-kind. At first, it was normal — nothing alarming. He coached me, he was a good instructor. A lot of the interns got stuck pushing paperwork, but he always asked me questions and made me think. He trusted me. And I trusted him.” She swallowed. “One night, he asked me to stay late with him to wrap up paperwork on a case. I felt honored, he hadn’t even asked any of the partners to stay. But that was the night that changed my life.”
“Oh God,” Mom whispered, her trembling fingertips touching her lips.
Lana’s face was pale and I could see her arms shaking a bit. Officer Martino squeezed her hip to let her know he was there. “When he was finished with me, he threatened me. He said if I told anyone, I would be fired from my internship and blackballed from every college within a five-state distance. He said if I worked with him, he could make all my dreams come true, but I had to be willing to give him something in return.”
I shuddered at the similarity between those words and the ones he’d said to me earlier.
“So, naturally, because I’m a Rhodes, I told him to go fuck himself. Told him I would report him to the cops, even though he said I’d never win.” I tried to force a smile, because that did sound like a Rhodes thing to do, but I wasn’t sure if one actually appeared. “That only fueled his anger. So he went after what he knew was the most important thing in the world to me, the only way he knew he could get me to keep my mouth shut.” Her eyes found Rhodes’ and her nose flared. “He said he’d kill you.”