Either my dad is a really good actor, and for this job you have to be, or he really thinks Serpents are involved in this.
“Are you sure it’s them? Could be anyone.” I press.
“That’s Serpents’ territory. Who else would it be? They wouldn’t allow anyone else on their turf. They play dirty andwouldn’t think twice about going to war over the smallest thing. No one would risk it. Not worth their time.”
“You think?”
“What are you going on about Beckham? Is there something you want to ask me?”
“No. Just wondering who else it could be.”
“Who ever it is, they’re fucking stupid. How many kids died this year?”
“Five.” It kills me to say.
“Five!” He roars. “Five students are dead because of those fuckers?” I can tell he’s pissed. No faking that fury.
“Looks like it.”
Rickie says it’s my father, my father is saying it’s Rickie. From how furious the both of them are, I don’t think it’s either of them.
So that means, my family’s name is being framed for this.
But by who?
There’s a list of people who hate my family. It wouldn’t be hard to believe one of them could be shifting the attention onto us. Still, that’s a big gamble to take. My father tries to stay out of the spotlight as much as he can, but fuck with his family and he will come out to play.
When that happens, it’s not good for anyone.
After my sister died, my father was determined to find who was the cause of the dirty drugs. Turns out it was this low level crime family a few states over looking to make quick money fast.
Didn’t work out for them. Dad killed their whole family in one swoop. No mercy.
And, then he killed anyone else who was involved in dealing the drugs, even the harmless dealers. Once that was done, he disposed of any of the merchandise.
Word spread within the criminal underground and since then, there hasn’t been anyone dealing dirty drugs. At least not to this level.
Any number of deaths is too much, but this amount isn’t normal.
Right now, the police think it’s just a bunch of delinquent kids taking it too far because every student who’s died has a past of either drug abuse or some sort of criminal history.
As far as I know, Chad wasn’t like that.
If the numbers keep increasing, the attention is going to be shifted looking for someone to blame. If whispers already have my family’s name, it won’t take much for the attention to be put on my father.
I need to stop this before that happens, and before any more students die.
If I could, I’d stay here, close to where the source is, but with Rickie’s threats, I can’t risk it.
I have to leave. And I don’t think Rickie means going to the next town over.
“Beckham.” My father raises his voice.
“Sorry.” I sigh, scrubbing my face with my hand. My body screams it needs sleep, but my mind won’t settle. “What were you saying?”
“I said, you need to come home. If you insist on teaching, then you should get a job at Crown Well. There’s a position in your field. Professor Wilkins passed away a month ago. They’re needing someone to fill his spot.”
“Wait, really?” That perks me up a bit.
