“Fowler Barrone has a rap sheet a mile long, full of petty stuff. Nothing that pops out. No known associates. We can do a deeper dive after we make sure Ryot stays alive.”
Good plan.
One Long Night
Havoc
The sun is barely over the horizon as I pull into my driveway the next morning. The plan for today is to make Creed breakfast and take a nap.
Bishop’s bike is in my driveway as I pull into the garage.
The knowledge that I can step away at any time, knowing my son is covered, brings me so much comfort.
There are lights on in Greer’s house. Is she up drinking her morning coffee and making food for my son? I need to fix this situation.
Where do I even start?
How do you get someone to listen when you’ve been beyond rude to them?
That’s a problem for later.
When I’ve had more sleep. I yawn.
Bishop is on the couch, his eyes open as I walk in.
“You know I have a guest room, brother.”
He sits up. “I couldn’t settle. How did it go?”
“It was incredibly boring. Everything went according to plan. I want to poach that kid away from Max.”
“That good?”
“We now have a way to monitor all three of them as long as they have their phones on.” Being able to hear them breathe and know they aren’t dead somewhere is a huge relief.
“It’s untraceable?”
“The kid said even a tech guy working for the phone company wouldn’t be able to see his hack. They’d have to pull the system down and go through every line of code to find it.”
“Does he ride?”
Boys and bikes…even when we get older, we still love them. “Not yet. I offered him lessons. I’m also hoping to give Creed a friend who’s smarter than him.”
“Ahh.”
“Since your son left, he hasn’t had someone to nerd out with, somewhat close to his own age.”
Bishop leans back against the couch.
“How is everything going with his therapy?”
Bishop sighs. “I hate that he has to go through it. I wish I could take the pain for him. But he’s strong. He’s going to fight through this.”
“Is there anything I can do? The club can do?”
Bishop shakes his head. “He asked that we don’t even visit. He doesn’t want to be distracted.”
“That boy is so you.”
