They both stand in front of the couch as if they were sitting but jumped up when they heard me enter. “Kashton, this is the Decker?—”
“Can you give us a minute?” I ask them, interrupting Adam. Respectfully, I don’t give a fuck who they are.
“Of course.” One of them nods before they both exit.
“Did you find her tapes?” I demand.
“No.” He answers with a shake of his head.
Of course not. That would be too easy, but I won’t give up until they are all found and destroyed. “Well, since I’m here…” I don’t even care why he called me here if he doesn’t have what I want. I brought something of my own. I slam the file on his desk, getting to the point as to why I stopped by.
He sighs, opening it up, and his shoulders stiffen. He immediately slams it shut and leans back, glaring up at me.
“You fucking piece of shit,” I say through gritted teeth.
He gets to his feet. “Kash?—”
“No,” I shout, interrupting him. “How long have you fucking known that Eve was never pregnant?”
“I just found out,” he snaps defensively.
“Bullshit.”
“I’m telling the truth.”
I snort. “You’re telling me that you didn’t know she wasn’t pregnant when we all stood in the basement at Carnage?” I arch a brow. “When you told her that she had a twin?”
He looks away, and I fist my hands. “Fucking knew it.” He had a chance to fill us in then, and he chose not to. “At the very least you could have pulled me to the side and told me.”
“It would have crushed her,” he snaps.
“She deserved to know,” I shout and take a deep breath. “I got what I wanted,” I tell him. “Another thing you’re keeping from us. It will never end.” Adam opens his mouth to argue when I go on. “Stay the fuck away from my wife. She has a new phone number and, in case you haven’t figured it out by now, she’s no longer working for you.” Eve isn’t happy, but she doesn’t want to fight me on this. She will live a life chained in our basement if that’s what it takes to keep her from working for him.
He opens his top desk drawer and holds out a manila envelope.
I yank it from his grasp and open it up. “Dawson Hues.” I read the name out loud. “What about him?” I shut the folder and slap it on his desk.
“You saved him.”
I snort.
“He was kidnapped while he and his mother were at the grocery store when he was five. He’s now nine.”
“What does that have to do with me?” I growl.
“He was living with a man…a man he believed to be his brother. When that man didn’t come home, Dawson went to a neighbor’s house who called the police, and one of the officers recognized him. Remembered his case.”
I run a hand through my hair. I’ve already been here longer than I wanted to. “Who is his brother?”
“Christopher,” he answers.
My neighbor kid? “So Christopher kidnapped him?”
He shrugs. “No one knows the specifics. Hell, it could have been my mother. But somehow, he ended up with Christopher.”
I shake my head. I should have killed him more slowly. Without another word, I turn to leave, done with this conversation. But I stop and turn back around to face him. “How did you do it?” I have to know.
His jaw sharpens as he looks away. I begin to walk toward his desk. I’ll beat the answer out of him if need be.
