Liam
“Why is that in our house?” I ask as I step into the living room the next morning.
We spent more than half the night at the hospital and got home with just a few hours to sleep before it was light outside. I spent the entire time researching everything I could about Whitaker that I hadn’t already looked into previously.
The problem is… there’s so little about him from before his supposed death. He had no social media, he worked a normal job, and there was absolutely nothing else about him.
The man had as clean of a record as they come.
“That… in our house…” Gabriel looks around, like he doesn’t see the thing that I’m speaking about. Then his eyes settle on the issue and he cocks his head. “Jesse? Are you talking aboutJesse?”
“Of course he’s talking about me,” Jesse says as he’s busy staring at his computer, likely doing the same thing I spent my night doing.
“Have either of you found anything out, at least?” Gabriel asks.
“I found out that I am only capable of being around humans for a set period of time, besides you, of course,” I announce, hoping it makes the newcomer uncomfortable enough that he leaves.
“Oh wow, Liam, none of us would have ever guessed that,” Gabriel says. My sweet boyfriend is really so sarcastic. He couldn’t be any more perfect.
I smile at him while his cat glowers at me from where she sits in his hands whispering death threats at me.
“Did you bring a shovel at the very least?” I ask Jesse.
Jesse glances away from the computer to raise a judgmental eyebrow at me. “It might seem weird, but I don’t usually bring shovels to people’s houses. Do you bring shovels instead of a bottle of wine when you’re invited to dinner nights?”
“I do so I always have a way to dispose of the humans I’m tired of interacting with.”
“It’s a shocker Michaels is still standing, then,” Jesse says.
“You see, Jesse, you have to be smart about who you dispose of. I wouldn’t want to get rid of Michaels because his replacement might be harder to blackmail.”
“Oh, you’re right, I definitely didn’t consider that… like a normal person wouldn’t.”
“Who were you on the phone with earlier?” Gabriel asks me curiously.
I just scowl and assume he’ll know who. Weirdly enough, he doesn’t seem to.
“It fascinates me how he acts like there’s only one specific person he hates so you should know who he’s talking about,” Jesse says.
“It was about the court date dealing with Kenny,” I grumble. Kenny is the man who was involved in the robbery that resultedin the deaths of my parents. While time is working against us since it happened over twenty years ago, he has still agreed to confess and the court will then decide how it ends.
Honestly, at this point, I just don’t even give a shit what happens to him as long as I don’t ever have to see his face again. I doubt he’d experience many repercussions over something that happened so long ago.
“I don’t see the sense in even going. Nothing is going to come of it. It’s been too many years at this point. It’s just going to be him giving his useless statement and then what?”
“I think it’s still important,” Gabriel says. “Even if nothing comes of it, it’s important for him to face what he’s done with consequences. For him to admit to his wrongs.”
“Do you think I could get a free pass to beat him up? Like what if I asked the judge if I could punch him in exchange for him not even getting a slap on the wrist?”
“Yes, that’s generally what judges grant,” Jesse says.
“Who invited you in this house… better yet, why don’t you go to court in my place? I would like to use my blackmail card.”
“No one will ever suspect me as I try to play off being an annoyingly tall white man. Yeah, no one will notice a thing,” Jesse says with significant sarcasm. I swear this household is just packed full of sarcastic men.
“Let’s go to work. And tonight, you best arrive with a shovel in hand.”
“What’s the—” Jesse hesitates before he gives me a look. “Are we digging up Whitaker’s grave?”
