“Rule number three, no investigating your dad’s death.”
“No way.”
“Raven, you don’t even know what you’re looking at or what you’re looking for,” I say.“You don’t know the first thing about criminal investigations.The best you can hope for is that you don’t fuck up Seattle’s case or end up in a jail cell or a victim yourself.”
“I have a right to ask questions.”She shoots me a mulish, mutinous look.
“And what happens if you ask the right questions to the wrong people?”I press.“What happens if you end up with the wrong attention on you?What do you do then?”
“I…” She trails off, her eyes narrowing as they crawl slowly across my face, carefully scrutinizing my expression.“You know something, don’t you?”
I grit my teeth, refusing to answer.
“You do!”she cries.“You know something about what happened to him, don’t you?”
“Raven.”
“Are you looking into it?Do you have a suspect?”she asks.“Do you think they might come after me?Is that why you don’t want me looking into it?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then why don’t you want me looking into it?”
“Because there are some things you can’t unknow, princess,” I say, dropping the top piece of bread onto my sandwich.I carry our plates across the kitchen, setting her plate in front of her.“There are some things that stay with you forever.When you look into a crime, the first thing you dig into is the victim.You cut into the heart of him and reveal all his secrets…the good, the bad, and the ugly.What you find alters your perception of the victim forever.”
“You think he had secrets.”
“Everyone has secrets, songbird.”
She swallows audibly, her expression troubled.She knows I’m right.Look at the two of us.We’ve been carrying our own secrets for the last three years, haven’t we?Desperately trying to hide them from the very man we now mourn.
“You know his secrets, don’t you?”she asks, watching my face intently.
I nod once, not lying to her.
“Are they…bad?”
“They aren’t good,” I admit.
Her face falls.
“Did…did they get him killed?”
“I can’t answer that.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“I’m not sure yet,” I say.It’s the truth.I know enough to answer some of her questions, but not enough to answer all of them.Did Marnie kill him because of his secrets?Was it an accident like she claimed?Or did she have some other plan I haven’t yet unraveled?I want to believe it was an accident, but nothing makes sense.Why did she drag me into it?Why blackmail me into helping her cover it up?I’m missing something and I don’t know what.
“You don’t want to tell me.”
“He’s your father, songbird.I’m trying to protect you.”
“From what?”she asks, desperation in her voice.“I don’t understand, Rhys.”
“I know you don’t,” I sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.It’s silky soft.“I need you to trust me, Raven.I know I’m asking for a lot right now, but trust that everything I’ve done and everything I’m doing is to protect you, your baby brother or sister, and Brant.I’ll do whatever I have to do to ensure you’re safe and taken care of.And I’ll do everything I can to ensure that whoever killed Brant pays for it.”
“Promise me,” she demands.“Promise you’ll make them pay for it.”
