Maybe they could wrestle in Jell-O. I'd be down for watching that. I bet Boner and Archer would enjoy it too. I'd have to propose that later.
"Are you really thinking of buying this restaurant?" Forrest gestured around, his lip curled.
"I'm not, but Harlow is," Cass said. He gestured at me before his eyes snapped back to Forrest "Wait a minute, how big is that trust fund?"
"Big enough," Forrest said.
"I'll have to think about it," Cass said. He didn't seem to hate the idea.
"I'm not releasing a cent of those funds unless you agree to pull up the carpet," Forrest said, looking pained at the idea it might stay.
Cass grinned. "The carpet's the first thing to go. It looks like it's hiding a decade of bloodstains."
I took another look down at it.
"You have a point there, it might come in useful." I let a slow smile creep onto my face to show I was joking. A carpet like thiswould hide blood, but the evidence would be there for the cops to find. No, hardwood or tiled floors were much better.
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," Forrest said.
"There's a lot of this whole conversation we all have to pretend we didn't hear," I pointed out.
There was enough information to incriminate all of us for a bunch of things. Although Forrest had a better chance of covering his own ass than we did. I didn't think he was going to turn on his own sons, not now.
So I said slowly, "If you're not Zeus, who do you think is?" I thought back to a couple of nights ago and those who attended the dinner. One name stood out to me, but I didn't want to say it first. There was still a chance Forrest wasn't genuine.
"My suspicion is that Zeus is?—"
He was cut off as Boner and Jules rushed through the door behind him.
"Looks like we got here just in time," Boner said.
CHAPTER 16
JULES
"It feels like we've been away for days," Boner said.
"It's been six hours," I reminded him.
We'd gotten to my father's house, took a look around, then got back in the car and drove all the way back to the city.
"Six and a half, but it feels like days." He wound down the window to inhale the smell of…exhaust fumes? Humanity?
His head was almost hanging out the window like a dog. It wouldn't have surprised me if his tongue stuck out and he started panting.
"It's good to be home," he declared.
"Maybe you should have stayed here then." I waited for a break in traffic so I could change lanes and drive into the parking garage under Archer's building.
"I could say the same to you," Boner said. "We could have both stayed, but think of the road trip we would have missed out on. It was epic. Memories were made. Bonds were bonded. Lives were changed."
"It was six hours," I said again.
"Six and a half hours is enough time to be epic," he insisted. "Oh, you're one of those." He grinned over at me while I backed my car into a parking space.
"One of those what?" I asked.
"One of those people who don't go forward into a parking space," he said as if that explained everything.
