I drop my shoulders. “Jed.”
Griffin squeezes my hand, and Knox sits up straighter. The mood in the room shifts from care and concern to guarded and on edge.
“Did I say something wrong?” My eyes bounce back and forth between the two brothers.
“Are you sure?” Griffin asks.
“Yes. Why?” I lean toward Griffin.
“Because that’s our dead grandfather’s name.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KNOX
That 911 text from Griffin just about ended my life. He didn’t even say where he was. So when I found his bedroom empty, I looked up his cell phone location, and it showed that he was next door.
I ran out of the house as fast as possible. When I got outside, I saw a man hunched over on a motorcycle speeding away. I thought nothing of it until now.
Whoever that man was, he’s messing with us. After the letter from Amos and the cryptic phone call the other day…there’s no such thing as coincidences.
“Your dead grandfather?”
“Yep,” Griffin answers, less upbeat than usual.
“Why would someone steal your grandfather’s name, lie to me, and then take me on a date? I’m not connecting the dots here.” Raven’s face scrunches.
Now probably isn’t the best time to tell Raven how we feel, so I pull an excuse out of the air. “Because you’re our neighbor.”
As Raven turns to me, Griffin looks at me over Raven’s head, wrinkling his eyebrows and frowning.
Raven stares off to the side. “That doesn’t make any sense.” Then she spins back around to Griffin, and his scolding expression disappears.
Griffin fills his cheeks with air and exhales, formulating a reasoning for my explanation. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but most of the people in Mystic River aren’t our biggest fans.”
“Because of…” Raven cuts herself off.
Griffin bites his lip and nods his head. “Someone told you.”
Raven grimaces. “I may have gotten the Cliff Notes version from Kat.”
I shrug a shoulder. “At least you got the information from someone who doesn’t act like we’re the spawn of Satan.”
Raven’s head drops to an angle, and her mouth pinches as she contemplates something. But it’s not hard to figure out what’s on her mind.
“Just ask,’ I prompt her.
Raven reluctantly reveals what she’s thinking. “You two dated her at the same time? Knowingly?”
“Yes.” Griffin, nonplussed, drags out that single word.
Raven’s cheeks pinken. “Interesting.”
Griffin and I look at each other wearing identical smirks. A thousand words silently passing between us.
“You two do that a lot,” Raven interrupts.
I frown. “Do what?”
