My chest constricted, what kind of man was he? Millions of children grew up without their biological father and when I asked about him, I heard Bryer describe him as a dead-beat dad. The thought made the blood in my veins boil. A man like that was unworthy of parenthood. He left a long, tragic process of grief in his wake.
“The detective told me he’d be in touch.”
“Why is that?”
“Apparently, my father’s been keeping tabs on me, he found this in his wallet.”
Then she held up Bryer’s business card from Tranquility. Adrenaline surged when I saw the tattered card, old and worn.
“You’ve got that look.” She said and pressed her hands on my chest putting distance between us, and raised a brow.
“What look.”
“The one that usually involves one Cash Harrison.” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong?”
Then I reluctantly explained what Alex and Ben Storm had told me.
“It’s a little coincidental that my father dies in the midst of this elaborate take over scheme.”
“It’s hard to tell at this point. Both Harrison and James are the kind of men that are morally bankrupt, consequences don’t apply to them. And I don’t have a clue where they’ll strike next.”
My blood ran cold I was reminded of how safe we felt in Hawaii, the outside world hiding from us. No walls crumbling down around us, sure there were often rocks underfoot, but this was a landslide.
“Do me a favor, trust me, stop worrying, everything’s going to be fine. I won’t let anything happen to us.”
Once those words passed through my mouth, I was forced to believe them, honor them. I made a promise, a vow to protect her, because her loving energy had brought me to life. And the words ‘Until death do us part’ was not only written in stone, it was etched on my soul.
Arriving early, I surveyed the building, the workplace was cluttered, there were books piled everywhere and manila folders on top of the secretary’s big messy desk as if she hadn’t been there for days.
Cracking the door to my office, it allowed me to squeeze into my room undetected. I knew what I would find inside, a stack of papers, files and contracts all waiting for my attention and a pair of neglected potted plants clinging to life.
Suddenly a hive of activity was heard outside as Cash sauntered by without a care in the world then skidded to a stop. He breezed into my office as if nothing had happened, as if the entire place wasn’t in shambles.
“Good to have you back.” He said dressed casually in a gray tailored suit, a white shirt opened at the collar.
“Thanks, I have to catch up, so if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, right now. You can’t just waltz into my office without knocking, I’m busy.”
He strode back to my door and gave a sharp knock. Then marched back into my office a took a seat.
“Better?” He said with a patronizing smile spread across his face, gaining control of his environment with minimal interference on my part. I wasn’t wasting my mental energy arguing.
“What Cash?”
“Friday you’re booked on a flight to Austin.”
“Austin, what’s in Austin?”
“Two things really, a buyer you need to meet, and some unfinished legal business concerning your mother’s personal belongings, forms and paperwork that need to be finalized.”
“Cash, be reasonable, I just got back. You can take someone else to Austin, and all paperwork can be done from here.”
“Unfortunately, the buyer wants to meet the creator of the new exercise clothing line you spearheaded.” He said as his eyes narrowed. “And the paperwork has to be notarized by an officer at the firm, so you see, Bryer, you have no choice.”
I was at a loss how to get out of this without giving my notice to quit. And who was I without all this? I loved my job, enjoyed solving puzzles and being creative. I relished in helping my team, being busy and making things better.
“And of course, I’ll be accompanying you.”
“The hell you are.”
“Play nice, Bryer.”
“Who’s playing?” I said, keeping a straight face. “Stop being so smug, that’s completely unnecessary, Cash, in fact the trip will go smoother without you there.”
“I would have thought your job meant more to you than that.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Of course not.”
Suddenly uncomfortable, every part of me was ready to fight. But in my rage, it triggered something in me that came from fear, it was the dread of being alone with Cash once again. So instead of arguing I’d go, but I’d make sure to keep my distance, rather than fanning the flames only Cash could ignite.
“Fine. But I’ve never met anyone so hard-headed.”
“Don’t be silly darlin’, it’s business.”
“Don’t darl—"
“Ahem.” I voice interrupted, our heads turned simultaneously when someone in the room cleared his throat, my focus shifted to the man who stood in the door frame. There with a lifetime of suspicion crossing his face. His mouth went rigid with the kind of superiority that radiated contempt.
“Detective Moore, what a surprise.”
“Sorry about the unexpected visit.”
Cash glanced with unsettled eyes then he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His nervous hands twisted on his lap as tension swirled around the small space until Cash stood and excused himself rather suspiciously.
“How long have you worked at this company?” Detective asked and slowly entered.
“Several years now.”
“Was that your boss?”
“Unfortunately.”
A sly smirk spread across his face as he continued to walk vehemently around inspecting every aspect of my office.
“Can I ask you a couple of questions?”
“Sure, but I don’t know how much help I’ll be.”
Casting uneasy glances, my mouth was almost too dry to speak as I observed him discreetly. He picked up a framed picture of my mother and myself then gently set it back in place.
“Can you think of any reason why someone would want to hurt your father?”
“Hurt? I told you we haven’t spoken in years.” I looked up at him tensely. “Are you saying he was murdered?
“Do you know if he owned a weapon?”
“Not that I know of.”
There was a certain degree of eye contact when he asked questions. As if he was assessing the difference in my behavior. Allowing silence to hang in the air as if he only showed a steady mild interest.
“Do you know if your father had any enemies?”
“No.” I said coldly. “It’s no secret we didn’t have any relationship at all.”
“Right. You said that.”
“Then why the sudden interest with me, detective?”
I tried not to take offense but there was still a sense of suspicion in his questioning. I couldn’t tell him what he needed to know when I didn’t have any knowledge of my father’s life style. Neither of us spoke for a long minute, he blinked with his eyes soft compared to the rest of his well-structured features.
“I came to tell you your father has been taken to the coroner’s office, for an autopsy. You’re the closest surviving family member.”
“Because you think it wasn’t a suicide, or even an accident?”
“I can’t answer that at this time.”
But even when he said it, I didn’t feel the natural progression of loss, or grief. Maybe one day I would grieve for him, but first I would have to accept that he was really gone.
“Well if you think of anything else, please notify me.”
“Of course.”
He moved hesitantly as if he was about to ask a question, but just when I thought he was about to speak, he changed his mind and turned right around the corner and left.
Secrets. More secrets, common sense told me it would take a terrible toll
, the bigger the secret the greater the potential for conflict. I’d have to break it to Nathan about Austin, but adding the fact Cash would be accompanying me was a fact he’d object too. I wasn’t proud I’d be taking the path of least resistance, but disclosure would be met with objection. There were times when retreating from conflict was cowardice and it may be a rash decision on my part, but it was one I was willing to live with.
Nathan made dinner reservations for a private booth in the back but my nerves were still on edge when we reached the restaurant. A room of strangers held my gaze, some more approachable than others so I plastered on a smile as we eased into the room and were escorted to our table.
I felt anxious once we took our seat, and Nathan sensed it. He extended a hand and his eyes flashed with worry followed by a sincere concerned look.
“What is it?”
“There’s this thing that happened today.”
“What kind of a thing?”
I suddenly wasn’t so sure what to say. And after thirty uncomfortable seconds of awkward silence I heard Nathan say.
“Just come out and say it.”
His face was so serious right now but he made sure I knew I had his full attention and was ready to listen. But the problem was I knew how easy it was to manipulate the truth, leaving out crucial facts in the hope of avoiding a head on collision with the truth.
“I just found out I have a business trip to Austin on Friday.”
“Oh, well, the timing is off but if you need to go, then go.”
“Thanks for being so supportive.”
“Aren’t I always?”
Surrounded by his rugged voice and masculine scent he pulled me in for a sensual kiss just like I wanted, soft and moist. Seeking a closeness and sharing one breath, one timeless passionate moment. The bristles from his five o’clock shadow scratched against my cheeks as he gripped my head firmly. Unaware of our surroundings, or the people in the background it all faded like white noise. His eyes slowly opened to mine and the corners crinkled and shined bright.
“I hope you don’t mind but I invited Gen and Clayton to join us, I thought it might be helpful if you wanted to talk about your father.”
“Right. My father.”
Initially reluctant to accept the truth of my father’s demise, I was still living in an absurd world where detectives unexpectedly showed up and talked about coroners, and autopsies. Now I’d be sharing the horrifying news with my friends, mustering up the reasons why I wasn’t grief-stricken and just couldn’t go on. It all seemed so pointless.
We did things even when as humans they seemed stupid given how many of us are out there, and how briefly we live and how hard is it to make a difference on this crowded planet, and despite being dealt a crumby hand, how hard was it to stick around. I mean think about it, it’s no big deal to try to be a decent human who does no harm and maybe has a generous spirit, and has the resilience to honor the vows, and promises made to one another.
Clayton leisurely strolled in with no apparent aim, humming to himself. I raised a hand in greeting and he gestured back with a thumbs up.
“What’s up?” Nathan asked then pinned him with a look.
“I’m trying to act normal.”
“Oh, well good luck with that.” Nathan said and slapped his back. “Whatcha’ drinking?”
Then he relaxed into his seat. “Same.” He said a grin spread across his face nodding towards the open corona that sat in front of Nathan. But it was short-lived when Gen paraded in looking like a goddess, her hair worth more than gold, her sky-high heels and skin tight dress. The clock struck seven as she approached then rested her hand on her hip.
“What are you doing here?
“Miss me princess?” His eyes blazed with desire as he leered at her then shifted in his seat. She rolled her eyes and forced a smile. “What? Cat got your tongue?”
“We had an argument, in case you forgot.”
Then eased she herself into the seat, refusing to make eye contact with him. There was no human need stronger than to feel loved. Yet he pursued companionship with someone who was indifferent to him. And ignored those who wanted him most. Perpetually engaging in a struggle and knowing that all his best intentions may just be futile. If they are lucky enough to fall in love maybe the journey was worthwhile.
“Something is going on between the two of you, but I don’t want to hear it. Because I brought you here to support Bryer, something’s happened and as her friends who could bring real comfort this is about her.”
Speechless and slightly confused. Nathan relayed all the details I had told him. But the thing was, I wasn’t in need of comfort, I was fine. I mastered and overcame the loss of my father’s relationship years ago.
“Oh no, Bryer he didn’t, did he?”
“There’s not a lot to go on. And really I’m fine.”
“You’ve already been through so much.”
“Gen stop right there. I’m okay.”
“Okay, but--”
“No buts.”
And that was my way out, another escape route. I’d find a way to stop my head from spinning, one day I’d find the right way to grieve, my way. I waited, heart on my sleeve, hoping for patience. I didn’t need to be soothed like a child, instead I needed space, time, room to work through any leftover emotions. And like the rain falling a voice was heard.
“I like your shoes.” Clayton said as he pointed to her diamond encrusted sticks.
“What else do you like about me?” She asked, her eyes twinkled and her mouth curved into a smile. She crossed her legs and dangled a shoe from her toe.
Thankful for the distraction I let the focus shift over to them and embraced the others fully and let them just run with it. There was no hint of pity, still I sat rooted in place until the waitress appeared to take our order.
“Do you have any questions about the menu?”
“What kind of font is this?” Clayton looked up, she stood frozen as if some clue might appear telling her if he was kidding. Clearly, I was the only sane person here.
“Try caviar.” Gen offered.
“I don’t know, I have a very sensitive palate.
“Just try it.”
“Are you crazy?” He said and lifted a hand.” Those are fish eggs.”
Nathan’s usual steady gaze flickered to mine; it was time for us to leave. We had to say goodbye and leave the love birds to themselves and hope for the best. We stepped out the open door and let it shut behind us. My gaze rose towards the dark sky, Nathan’s fingers wrapped around mine, telling me I wasn’t alone.
“What was that?” Nathan asked.
“The start of something special, I hope.”
“What about dinner?”
“Let’s just grab something at home.”
Reaching my room, changing into something casual I picked up my mother’s journal and found my place.
The saddest day ever, I’ve cried a thousand tears, and the pain won’t go away. I told her, I told her, but she wouldn’t listen. My greatest fear, my worst nightmare just came true. My heart is broken and my eyes blazing with hatred. This has brought me to my knees, adding guilt to the mix—that’s a toxic combination. I’m surprised I’m still functioning.
I don’t care if he’s my father, I hate him. He can rot in hell for all I care. I’ll do whatever it takes to help put him away forever. I still can’t believe she’s gone, killed by her husband’s own hands.
I regret not protecting her enough, he cashed in the life insurance policy we bought them. David didn’t blink an eye, shelling out a couple thousand dollars for the service, and to bury her. He said she deserved the best. God, I love him. I want Bryer to marry a man like David, and I’ll instill values she stays away from anyone like my father.
Unlike my parents Bryer’s protected if anything happens to us, the only previsions to the life insurance policy states she has to be of legal age and married. she’s the only beneficiary, and will inherit it all upon our death.
My poor grandmother I never knew any of this story, my mother never told me, but I understand why. All those years of instilling a certain code of morals, her vision for me, it all came to life from this horrific lesson she lived through. It all made sense now. All but one thing. What life insurance policy?
My phone rang on my desk, I stared down at the screen and swiped the answer key then pressed the phone to my ear. I had every right to be nervous, he could be aggressive and argumentative. He was a dangerous man and one I would never cross.
“This call originates from a Missouri state penitentiary and is monitored, to accept the call press one.”
I pressed one accepting the call.
“Where are you?”
“Where else would I be James, I’m in my office preparing for the Austin trip.”
“We’re on a recorded line, remember that.”
I knew that all too well, he was worried I might slip up. Seriously, I had to watch out for his pompous ass.
“You understand if the plan goes awry, it will require a complete renovation in order to revert to a more traditional plan.”
“Why are you worried?
“Because your focusing on the short-term goals and ignoring a lot of other things.”
“For instance?”
A soft chuckle was heard across the line. “Let’s get serious Harrison, you’re trying to control something you have no power to control.”
“What makes you think I’m not in control?”
My muscle tensed, but I swallowed that anger letting it stew in my belly. I had to be careful when opening my mouth, it could only make matters worse. But picturing me snapping his neck came to mind and it felt good.
“I don’t know. You seem more focused on the woman than the plan.” He said in a low voice. “I own two companies procured with my own capitol and you’re running the show, it could end up burning me in the long run.”
“Take it easy, James.” I snapped; my knuckles white from clenching my fist too hard. “Either way you wind up richer than Bill Gates. You’ll have more money than you can ever hope to have.”
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