“They aren’t exactly being welcoming right now,” Molson didn’t want to talk about it. Talking about it would just bring up all the pain involved. He wasn’t sure he could deal with that today on top of the pain his own mother gave him. “I got some good news.”
“Good news?” Holly pressed gently.
“I went to the marina where Michael keeps his boat. I’m not sure why, I guess I was just curious,” Molson played with her fingers. “I met a kid. Madison. She saw Agent Lawe on Michael’s boat, throwing away a clear baggie that had white powder in it. She can place Lawe planting evidence on the boat. Her mom took her down to the police station this morning to give a statement.”
“Does this mean that Lawe’s superior will give the immunity for Tremblay and the others to testify?” Holly held her breath in hope.
“Drew is supposed to talk to him today,” Molson nodded. “If we get the go ahead, Lawe will be prosecuted for falsifying evidence, David will be taken back into custody for the original charges against him, and Michael will be exonerated.”
“You did it,” Holly squeezed his hand. “You actually did it.”
Molson allowed himself a half-hearted smile. He should be celebrating. Then again, they still only had FBI Agent Kepler word that he would make everything happen. Molson would wait until everything was over before he celebrated.
“Oh Molson,” Holly hugged him happily. “It finally happened.”
“It happens when Michael is released and David is in prison,” Molson cautioned her even as he gathered her closer, breathing in her scent. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment. “Until then, we hope for the best.”
All too soon she drew away with a blush and stood. “I should get back to work.”
“Are you going to be taking care of her?” Molson nodded at Margot. Holly consulted on this floor.
“No,” Holly leaned down, brushing her lips across his. “I told them it was a conflict of interest.”
“Is it?” Molson murmured. “That would imply that we were in a relationship.”
“Yes,” Holly smiled, trailing a finger down the side of his face before leaving.
Molson leaned back in the chair, mulling over what Holly had just said, holding it close to him like the precious gift it was.
“What is she doing here?” Jana plopped a diaper bag on the bed before sitting down in the chair that Holly had just vacated, baby Miguel looking out from a sling with wide eyes. “Why is she in the hospital? She looks fine.”
Molson looked at Jana with a little shock. “Why are you here?”
“The hospital called me. Apparently, I’m on Mom’s contact list. I called Drew,” Jana narrowed her eyes as she studied Margot. “He’ll be here at any time. Have they got her on new meds? They know that her health plan is as basic as it gets? She’s not racking up bills for us to pay, is she?”
“I upgraded her plan a while ago,” Molson tamped down his temper. “There won’t be any unexpected bills.”
“You upgraded her plan? Working in the chop shop?” Jana was dubious of his claim. “You can’t be making that much money.”
He barely spent money except on Margot or the people he adopted on his rounds. His biggest expense was his schooling. He also had invested his wages back into the shop, bought in a couple of bars as a silent partner, and otherwise was a saver. His savings were taking a hit, but he still had some and wasn’t worried. Once he graduated, he’d be able to make the money back. “It’s not a chop shop. We modify cars.”
“You put secret compartments in them where people can store weapons and drugs,” Jana said in derision.
“We customize. What customers choose to do is up to them,” Molson tried hard not to get into an argument with Jana over work. What the shop did was legal. “Why are you here?”
“I told you, the hospital called me,” Jana responded. “When does Wacko Margo get out?”
“Don’t call her that,” Molson agreed Margot was crazy. It still wasn’t right to call her names. “I meant, why did you bother to come? You haven’t seen her for almost five years. Why start caring now?”
“I care,” Jana glared at him.
“Could have fooled me,” Molson muttered, bitterness creeping into his voice.
“I have a family,” Jana defended herself. “I’ve been busy.”
“Protecting your kids from the low people like Ma and myself,” Molson knew the words were a mistake to say but he couldn’t seem to help himself.
“Arguing already?” Drew entered the room. He looked at Margot impassively. “Are we having an emergency family meeting?”
