“What’s that?” I questioned.
“Read it.”
I moved closer to the table, assuming it was some type of proposal or business deal, but my mouth dropped open when I read Trooper’s name. I flipped through the files annoyed.
“Trooper Carter, arrest, petty theft, possession with intent, assault, armed robbery. And all of that before he was even eighteen years old. I can keep going if you want.”
“How do you have this?”
“I have money and I know people,” he said with an arrogance that struck a nerve. “Do you know who he is, Sophie? Because Ido and so does your father. Did you know you were lying in bed with a criminal? A gotdamn worthless piece of shit?”
“I can’t believe you. It’s none of your business, but yes, I know who he is. He hasn’t denied where he came from, but none of that matters now.”
“Please tell me you’re not that naïve, Sophie. The people we do business with care about shit like that. You don’t think they will do the same thing I did if you keep showing up on his arm? How do you think that will look for you and your family? It matters, Sophie, it fucking matters.”
“Well, it doesn’t to me.” I tossed the folder back on the table.
He stood and glared at me before he lifted it. “Have fun, Sophie, it won’t last. Your father and I will make sure of that.”
Lincoln moved past me and pressed the folder into my chest. I let it hit the floor and he walked off. What the hell was happening?
Chapter 13
Trooper
Iwatched as they escorted Story into the visiting room. He smiled as soon as he noticed I was waiting, but his expression quickly dropped when he checked out mine.
“What’s wrong, Trooper?” Story asked after I stood and hugged him then returned to my seat.
“I need to ask you something.” I searched his face, now filled with concern.
“Okay, ask,” he stated calmly, interlocking both hands and placing them in front of him on the table.
“Do you know William Prescott?”
I saw it on his face even before he opened his mouth and lied to me. “No, why?”
“Story, you’ve never lied to me before, so don’t start now. How do you know him and his wife?”
Story lifted one hand, moving it across his head and down his face before he looked at me again.
“Are they fucking with you?”
“No, just tell me what I need to know.” I didn’t have time for bullshit. Something was up and I wanted answers.
He exhaled and looked my way again. “Do you remember me telling you about Buck?”
“Dude that put you on?”
“Yeah.”
“He’s dead, right? So what does that have to do with Sophie’s parents?”
“Sophie? You know Sophie?”
“Yeah, so tell me what the fuck is up, Story.”
“Buck is Sophie’s grandfather and Sophie is my daughter.”
