That is, untilmy phone buzzed on the side table, and I glanced over to see it was my fathercalling. “Shit,” I hissed.
“Take the call,Daisy.”
I let out agroan and slid off his lap, grabbing my phone. “Hi, Daddy.”
“Hey, Ducky. Yougot a minute?”
“Yep,” I lied.
“There’s a moneytrail.”
I gasped. “Iknew it! His friend took—”
“Not Keith, babygirl.”
“What?” Isqueaked. “Are you telling me no one did it on purpose?”
“Not what Isaid.”
“What’s goingon?” Huck demanded.
“Hold on, Daddy,Huck’s here.”
“You sure youwant him to hear this before you’ve had a chance to see it first?” he asked.
I bit my lip.“Well, it’s his life, so, yeah.”
“Give me thephone,” Huck demanded.
“I’ll put it onspeaker.”
“No.” Huck held outhis hand. “Give me the phone, Daisy.”
I frowned buthanded it over.
“Hey, Mr.Carver, you can talk directly to me,” Huck said, pushing himself off the sofaand walking down the hall.
I threw my handsin the air and let out a frustrated screech. I was seriously going to need tochain my phone to my body so the man would stop walking away with it.
Huck
“BUD, YOU CAN call me Booker, no more o’that Mr. Carver shit,” Daisy’s father said.
“Ah, right,Booker. Yeah.”
“You okay withDaisy havin’ me look into this shit?”
“Initially, Iwasn’t, but we talked it out and now I’m seeing she might have a point.” Idragged a hand through my hair. “What did you find?”
“I found a moneytrail.”
I dropped myhead back and stared at the ceiling. “Which means… what?”
“That it was apaid hit.”
“Fuck,” Ibreathed out. “Who?”
“Not sure yet.But I do know it wasn’t your buddy, Keith.”
