Maybe I should be warier of Farrow. He could do it easily right now.
But then, who knows what happens to the building if I die? They want thedeed.
“Where?” I ask.
“He’s on Rivertown’s roof.” He looks away and back again, shifting uncomfortably.
Fucking great. Right here near all the people I care about, shielded by the chaos of the BBQ Crawl.
I walk for my car, Farrow matching my stride. I’m happy that Quinn is safe back there with her family, at least.
“Is there someone buried in River Hill Tunnel?” Farrow asks.
One of the hedges next to us rustles, and I glance down, seeing a bird pop out.
Is there someone buried?Does Farrow even care?
I have no illusions that he saw some shit long before I came along.
“No,” I state quickly, surprising myself. I stop next to the Mustang and dig out my keys. “There’s someone buried outside of it.”
I don’t look at him, and I don’t know why I told him. Do I trust him? Kind of. But for no good reason, that’s for sure. He wants Green Street. That’s what he told me the night I found out he bought my house.
He won’t want to clean up Weston any more than Hugo, and he could see me as just as much of a threat as his boss.
I’m just worn out on lying. And something tells me he cares about the same people I do.
He studies me. “Why don’t you just give him Green Street?”
“Should I?” I ask.
Is that what he wants?
He falls silent and then twists his lips in disgust. “No. Quinn doesn’t deserve a coward.”
“And why would ridding myself of Green Street make me a coward?”
“Because you’d simply be shifting responsibility from yourself to Madoc Caruthers,” he points out. “Hugo will become his problem then.”
Exactly. I’m glad he agrees. I can get Green Street off my back in a second, but what then? I’m not leaving the people I care about to face the mess I made.
The hair on the back of my neck rises, feeling like we’re being watched. But when I look behind me, there’s no one.
Fucking Drew is around somewhere. I know it.
“So…” I face him again, swallowing. “I shut it down then,” I announce. “Or sell it.”
Farrow looks away. “You do what you want.”
I almost fucking smile. I can see right through him.
He wants the building. That was Hugo he was speaking to that night at the gym while Noah and Quinn were jogging. He wants Hugo’s position.
Yeah, I trust him. But only a little.
“Do you have to pay?” I clench my teeth. “Or do you get it for free from the girls you turn out?”
He smiles through his sneer. “We supply men too. We’ve expanded since your day.”
