As much as I hate the thought of having to face him knowing what I do, it’s something that needs to be done sooner or later.
Chapter 30
Amy
When Logan pulls up outside Graham’s house, I kiss him goodbye before climbing out, watching him drive away and disappearing around the corner. Graham’s street is a lot like mine, the neighbourhood calm and quiet, the road lined either side by a row of huge trees at equal intervals all the way along.
There’s a squad car outside Graham’s house but I think nothing of it, and it’s not until I’ve knocked on the door and Graham answers it a minute later that I begin to worry. His face is ashen, his eyes bloodshot and heavy, like he hasn’t slept at all, his entire posture is slumped.
“Graham? Are you okay?” I ask, and instead of answering, he steps aside allowing me to pass by. The heavy sense of dread settles in my stomach, that feeling of knowing that something is wrong.
I follow him through to the living room where two officers in full uniform sit, both wearing a hard expression that reveals nothing. I look between them and Graham but no one offers me an explanation.
“We’ll leave you to it, Gray. Take it easy, you hear?” the male officer says, giving him a small smile as he and the female officer rise from the couch.
“We’ll be in touch when we have more news.”
“Thank you.” Graham forces a smile.
The female officer beside him places a tentative hand on Graham’s bicep as she passes.
“What’s going on?” I ask a second after the front door clicks shut.
I take a seat on the edge of the couch while he positions himself opposite me on the armchair. He doesn’t look at me and makes no attempt to speak. He rests his elbows on his thighs, letting his hands dangle limply between his knees. He blows out a long, exasperated breath, bowing his head slightly.
“Graham?” I press.
“He’s gone,” is all he says, his voice thick and gruff.
“What? Who’s gone?”
“David,” he clarifies, finally meeting my eye as a single tear spills over, trickling down his cheek. “He’s dead.”
What?
It takes a second or two for his words to fully sink in. Did I just hear that right?
David’s dead?
No...
There's no way.
“What are you talking about?”
He scratches his forehead. “We uh... we had a fight. He came home last night, acting strange... shifty. He hasn’t been himself for a while and I confronted him about it. He told me everything, Amy.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Donovan… your dad…everything. I didn’t believe him at first, but he kept talking and talking and it was like someone turned on a faucet and left it running. Like he needed to get it all out.” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “How long have you known?” he asks.
“Yesterday. It’s a long story, but Logan got mixed up with Donovan’s gang too, he owed money and they came to collect. David was there and I found out everything.”
“After he told me what he did, he took off… went speeding down the road and he… he never came home. I figured he’d stayed over at a friend’s house but… then I got a call this morning telling me that… that he was dead.” His voice cracks.
How is this even possible? I only saw him yesterday.
“Do they know what happened?”
