by Mary Frame
Of course, I did get it, or at least a little of it. The smaller bank account I found in Jared’s name. Even acknowledging its existence inside my brain makes my head pound.
I could hack into it, transfer the money, and use it to run.
I could get Paige out of here. Jared wouldn’t miss the money. Hell, he already offered it to her for college. And I seriously doubt she’ll be going to college if I don’t get her away from the parents. So it would be just like . . . borrowing against her college fund.
When I close up the shop for a few minutes during lunch, I go so far as to log into his account on the computer upstairs.
I stare at the account, mouse hovering over the balance.
After five minutes of trying to force myself to click, I log out and close the browser.
I can’t do it.
I tell myself it’s because if we run now, the parents will just find us again. They’ll be on our tail forever. Better to face them now and find a way to keep Paige safe from them for good.
That’s definitely a part of it, but another big part is Jared. And this town. I can’t do it to him. I can’t leave my parents here to finish whatever scam they’re running on the people here.
It’s not right.
I will do whatever it takes to stop them. I have to.
Decision made, I head back downstairs to open the shop again. Every time the bell over the shop door rings, my stomach drops into my toes, anticipating their arrival. By the time I’m ready to close up the shop, they still haven’t showed. I’m not sure if I should be relieved or freaked out even more.
The phone rings and I nearly jump out of my skin.
“Ruby’s Readings and Cosmic Shop,” I answer, slightly breathless.
The voice on the other end is bossy and irritated. “We’re going to Ben’s.” It’s Tabby.
My anxiety settles down to a low simmer. She keeps talking before I can respond.
“And when I say ‘we,’ I mean me and you. And Eleanor. She has to work late, but she’s meeting us there later.”
“What’s going on at Ben’s?”
“Oh you know. People, music, the Newsomes fighting, maybe some pool playing and general shenanigans.”
“Okay.” Jared’s on duty tonight anyway so I’ll only see him if he gets called to the bar for work purposes.
I wonder if I could rile up the Newsomes myself, if only to see Jared for a brief moment.
When he’s there, it’s like everything else ceases to exist.
And maybe if I’m not home tonight, I can avoid the parents for another day.
“What time are we going?”
~*~
Ben’s is surprisingly busy for a Monday night. Then again, most of the population is retired, so it’s not like they have work in the morning.
Even more surprising, Ben doesn’t yell at Tabby when she goes around the bar to get us some drinks. He just kisses her on the cheek and lets her do whatever she wants.
“What’s up with that?” I ask when she brings our drinks back to our table, a pitcher of beer and three cups. One is for Eleanor, who hasn’t yet arrived.
“What’s up with what?”
“Ben didn’t yell at you.”
“Oh, yeah. He’s still groveling. He’s so my bitch right now. You need anything done around your house?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Seriously, I can hook you up. You need your lawn mowed, heavy things lifted, or a toilet unclogged, I got a guy for at least another month.”
“Well, I’m glad he’s taking the time to suck it up.”
She smiles. “Me, too. After your birthday party, we went up to the point and made out like teenagers.”
I laugh.
“Until the Newsomes showed up.” She frowns. “They always ruin everything. Sheila was moaning and screaming so loud, she sounded like Mr. Newsome was trying to kill her. It was so not sexy.”
I grimace. “I’ve seen and heard all of that before. I don’t need a reminder.”
“Sorry I’m late.” Eleanor slides into the booth next to Tabby. “We have an event coming up at the library, a fundraiser, so we’re making a bunch of plans. It ran longer than I expected.”
My ears perk up at the word fundraiser. Is that why mother asked Miss Viola about the library?
“What kind of fundraiser?” I ask as Tabby pours Eleanor a drink from the pitcher and slides it over.
“Oh, just a new thing we’re doing for literacy in third-world countries. With your aunt and uncle, actually.” She brightens. “We started talking at your birthday party and they’re going to help us with the event.”
And my night takes a nosedive.
“Did I miss anything interesting?” Eleanor changes the subject. I’m both grateful and annoyed. What else are they planning?
“Nope,” says Tabby. “I was just telling Ruby how I ran into the Newsomes out at the make-out spot.”
“Ugh.” Eleanor takes a small sip of her beer. “I found them one time at the library. Back in the rare fiction section.”
Tabby gasps. “No!”
“Yes. People hardly ever go back there, it’s true, but still. They were not reading and they were not using library voices.”
Tabby snorts. “What did you do?”
“What could I do? I ran away. When they checked out their books, I could hardly look at them. Especially when I saw what they were reading.”
“You have to tell us what it was.”
“There was one about tantric sex, a couple on the Kama Sutra.”
I force myself to laugh along with Tabby, though I must not be doing a good job of it because Tabby gives me a look. I’m too trapped in my own head, thinking about the parents.
“How clichéd,” I add weakly.
“But the other was a book on how to teach physics to your dog.”
“Do they even have a dog?” Tabby wrinkles her nose in confusion.
I was in Mrs. Newsome’s house after they had a break-in. I don’t recall dogs, dog hair, or any other indication there were any kind of pets around. Only Mr. Newsome, and maybe some sex toys. “I don’t think so. But they’ve found a way to keep their passion alive. I think it’s kind of sweet.
Tabby snorts out a laugh. “You’re drunk.”
“I’ve only had a few sips.”
“You’re hallucinating. Maybe psychotic. There’s nothing cute or sweet about the Newsomes.”
“It’s sweet how into each other they still are, after so many years.”
“They’re divorced.”
“Yeah, but it works for them. We should be so lucky to be as into our significant others as they are when we’re their age.”
“That might be true. Do you think you’ll still want to jump Jared’s bones when you’re sixty?”
I shrug, uncomfortable with the question. I’m not going to know Jared when I’m sixty, so this conversation is moot.
“I think Troy and I—”
Tabby points at her. “Not you, blondie. I don’t want to hear shit about you and my brother. You are cut off from this conversation.”
“Oh, come on, Tabby. Eleanor can talk about Troy. Maybe just keep any talk of Newsome-like activity to a minimum.”
“Minimum? Try not any.” Tabby shudders.
Eleanor just laughs. “Well, he is taking me to the fundraiser. We decided to have a gala.”
“A gala?” Tabby asks. “Sounds fancy.”
“It will be pretty fun. David and Leah are talking about having a silent auction for businesses to donate services and goods, plus dancing and a charity dinner.”
“What an awesome idea. They are so cool,” Tabby says.
“Yeah.” I nod. “They’re so great.”
Tabby refills my beer glass. I didn’t even realize I’d drunk the whole thing.
They continue to talk, the conversation fluttering around me, Tabby and Eleanor discussing the charity, the gala, what they’re going to wear, and how Tabby can help with the event. Then t
hey move on to Troy and Tabby’s birthday party—some kind of bonfire on the beach. A tradition they’ve kept up every year since they were teenagers. It’s on a Tuesday this year, which is weird, but they never break the tradition—always on their birthday no matter which day of the week it falls.
My stomach settles down when the conversation turns to other things and there’s no more mention of the parents or anything to do with them.
But then Eleanor is waving and smiling at someone across the room.
The parents. And they’re heading this way.
“I told them I was going to Ben’s; they must have come to check it out,” Eleanor tells us. Then she’s sliding out of the booth to stand and greet them. “Hey, it’s nice to see you again so soon.”
I focus on the glass in my hands.
I can’t look. My face is frozen in a smile. They’re going to ask if I got the information. I thought maybe I had avoided them for the day, but of course, they tracked me down.
Tabby shifts next to me, and then she’s standing and hugging them. “It’s so nice to see you,” she says.
I have to act normal. I have to act like they’re my beloved aunt and uncle.
I can do this. For Paige.
“Hey, guys.” I stand up and fix a bright smile on my face.
As expected, my “aunt” and “uncle” each give me big hugs, and Mother even kisses me lightly on the cheek. I resist the urge to rub it off.
Of course Tabby and Eleanor invite them to join us and we all sit around the booth. I manage to nab a seat on the end so I have an easy escape route.
“It’s so nice to hang out with some of Ruby’s family,” Eleanor says.
“Our nieces mean so much to us,” Mother says. “We never were able to have children of our own.” She touches the string of pearls around her neck, her eyes going misty.
Eleanor makes a sympathetic sound. “That’s so sad.”
I cough.
“That’s why we got involved in charity work, like with the library. It feels really good to give back to people, especially children.”
I have to tune them out before my internal screaming escapes. They talk to my friends, all smiles and happy exuberance. They talk about the charity and some other work they’ve done—all lies—but it’s so convincing. A mass of anxiety and anger slushes around inside me, building up and up. I can’t sit here and listen to this.
I know I’m being a hypocrite. I’m conning my friends. I have been this whole time, but it’s different somehow.
“I have to use the restroom.” I think I interrupt someone midsentence, but it can’t be helped.
I slide out of the booth and rush to the bathroom like I might explode—which I might, but not in the way one usually does when racing for a toilet. I don’t see their faces or their response to my sudden departure. All I see is red. The restrooms are down a long hallway at the back of the building, where it’s thankfully quieter and less crowded.
Once in the bathroom, I sequester myself in a stall and force myself to calm down. I knew this was coming. They weren’t going to leave me alone forever. But now they’re here and talking to my friends—conning my friends—and I’m going to have to deal with it. Panic will not help me, or them. Or Paige.
I force myself to breathe for a few minutes and then exit the stall. The person staring back at me from the other side of the mirror doesn’t look as crazy as I feel, so I have that going for me. I splash some water on my face, hoping the parents will have left the building by now, or at least not be talking to my friends anymore.
All my hopes are dashed as soon as I open the door.
They’re waiting for me.
Mother throws down the gauntlet. “You have some information to share with us.”
Chapter Nine
“Well, where is it?” Father asks. The toothpick in the corner of his mouth jumps with his words.
Gone are the placating smiles and soft voices.
I’ve ushered them even farther down the long hallway, near a rear exit and away from the bathroom doors. Can’t risk being overheard by anyone.
“I don’t have anything.”
“Lies,” Mother hisses. “You were there all night and this morning. You had plenty of opportunity.”
“I tried. I was in his office and he interrupted me before I could get what you want. He’s going to get suspicious. I just need more time.”
“We don’t have all the time in the world,” Father says. “Eventually, Ruby will be returning. If she comes back before we get what’s ours, you’ll be going down. And what do you think will happen to your sister then?”
“We still have almost a month. Give me a couple weeks.”
I know they’ll never agree, but I have to aim high to get them to settle for something in the middle. I just need more time to figure out what to do, which means stalling them.
“No,” Father says. “That’s way too long.”
“Why do you need Jared’s information right now? You’re already running a scam with this whole charity thing. And I thought you weren’t skimming his funds until after the charity con had run its course. How many times have you said that doubling a con gets you triple the time?”
“The charity thing is child’s play,” Mother says with a wave of her hand. “Barely enough to live on. We have no choice. We need money to eat, don’t we? Since we obviously can’t count on you to help us.” Her voice brims with harsh disapproval.
We stand in the hall in silence. I’m not sure what to say. I can’t give them what they want, even though I have it. Hell, I couldn’t even use it for myself. How can I hand it over to them?
“We’ll give you two days.”
I have to work to mask my surprise. That was easy. Too easy. They never capitulate that quickly.
Father makes a disgusted sound, like he wants to argue, but Mother puts a hand on his arm and continues. “If you don’t get the account information, we’ll expose you and take Paige. This is your last chance.”
And with that, they head back down the hall and into the bar to schmooze more with my friends.
I stand there, in the shadowed corner, thinking.
At least I have two more days. That was the only good thing to come out of our conversation.
But why? She gave in way easier than I thought she would. There’s no reason they couldn’t just take Paige now and run. Why didn’t they already? The only explanation is they need this money. Badly. And for that, they need me. Maybe I have more leverage than I realized.
Another thought filters through my head, making more and more sense the more I think on it. They’ve got to be planning something else. They wouldn’t just ask about some account numbers and then let me and Paige go—this whole thing is too easy.
There’s more up their sleeves than what they’re showing.
There always is. Maybe I can find out what it is and turn this blackmail around on them.
But how can I find out what they’re truly after and why?
~*~
“We should spy on them,” Paige says. “Even when we lived with them, it wasn’t too difficult. I tailed them all the time.”
The morning after the parents’ surprise visit at Ben’s, Paige and I are in the kitchen eating breakfast and discussing our ruination. I don’t want to worry her or involve her at all, but she’s the only one I can talk to about everything.
And she makes a good point. Since the passive surveillance efforts aren’t working, it’s time to up my game. Of course, they’ll be on their guard this time.
“I can follow them,” Paige offers when I don’t respond quickly enough.
I choke on my juice. “No way. Too dangerous.” If they catch her on their tail, they’ll grab her—and there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to talk them into giving her back a second time.
She rolls her eyes and sticks a forkful of waffle in her mouth.
Once upon a time, when they weren’t rushing a double con and blackmailing their daughter into
helping, they had a brush with the FBI. For a while, they got fanatical about security, only discussing jobs outdoors, in crowded or noisy places impossible to bug. When they found out they were on the FBI’s watch list, they were both annoyed and flattered to be under such scrutiny. Of course, that was a while ago and I think the feds have lost interest since. Bigger fish to fry and not enough in the budget. But still, the parents developed a few paranoid habits Paige used to take advantage of.
Every night, they would disappear for a few hours and take a walk. Then they’d discuss all the details for a job they hadn’t wanted Paige and me to know about. Or they’d meet co-conspirators or their fence to exchange goods. They made it quite the habit, actually. Do they still? Humans are creatures of habits, even con artists whose job it is to understand and take advantage of said habits. They’re not afraid of bugged buildings anymore if they’re blabbing at Ruby’s. But maybe they’re still night owls.
“You’re right,” I say. “I’ll just have to follow them at night.”
“How are you going to manage that without them knowing? You’re not the one with experience tailing them.”
If this were a cartoon, a light would click on over my head. “I need a tracker.”
Paige’s eyebrows lift. “How are you going to find something like that? We only have the cameras, and they’re not GPS enabled.”
It means more deception, more of using Jared to achieve my own ends, but . . . is there any other choice? “I have an idea.” And I only have two days to do it.
Chapter Ten
Stealing from the police station is easier than I anticipated.
The parents are right. People here are way too trusting.
Everyone knows I’m Jared’s girlfriend, so Maggie, who works the dispatch counter, lets me pass right on through. I use the excuse of bringing Jared lunch—which is true. I even brought her a coffee with extra sugar, just like she likes it, which is a totally wasted effort because she needs no additional bribe.
Jared and I eat burgers from Stella’s in his office, but we’ve barely finished eating when he has to get back to work.