Jack Ryder Mystery Series: Vol 4-6
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I named him Salter because I have been a surfer all of my life, growing up in Cocoa Beach, and so is his dad. Salter means derived from salt. We believed he was born of our love for the ocean. How foolish and young we were back then.
It feels like a lifetime ago.
“So, what do we do now?” Salter finally asks when the episode where Phoebe fights with a fire alarm is over.
I take in a deep breath. I know he has to wonder. I do too, but I try not to think about it. Mostly to make sure he isn’t affected by it.
“I mean, now that you don’t have a job?” he continues. “Can we still live in this apartment?”
“I have to be honest with you, kiddo,” I say. “I don’t know. I don’t know what is going to happen. I am not sure any newspaper will have me after this. I pissed off some pretty influential people.”
“That’s stupid,” he says. “They’re all stupid. Your article had more views than anyone’s.”
“I know, but that isn’t always enough, buddy.”
I sigh, hoping I don’t have to go into details, when suddenly my phone rings. I let go of Salter and lean over to pick it up from the coffee table. My heart drops when I see the name on the display.
It’s my dad.
“It’s Mary,” I say, my heart throbbing in my throat. I haven’t spoken to my dad in at least a year. He never calls me.
“Mary.” His voice is heavy. Something is definitely going on.
“What’s wrong, Dad? Are you sick?”
“No. It’s not me. It’s your brother.”
I swallow hard. My brother is the only family member I still have regular contact with. I love the little bastard, even if he is fifteen years younger than me.
“Blake? What’s wrong with him?”
“It’s bad, Mary. He’s been arrested.”
Arrested?!?
“What? Why…for what…what’s going on, Dad?”
My father sighs from the other end of the line. “For murder. He’s been arrested for murder.”
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