“Where are my parents now?” I asked, my heart soaring with excitement. Could I finally get to meet the people I lost so long ago?
“In the Sherwood Cemetery. Matching plots. They died when you were nine.”
Rule 27 - Constantine
Look for distractions.
“Fuck him!”
I followed behind Eisley as she stormed through the set, waving a check in the air. The girl who she drove in with hurried over. Her red hair had been covered with a plain black wig and she’d changed into a bright tracksuit. The reenactment actors were dressed similarly.
“Eisley, are you okay?” She reached for her friend.
“I’m fine,” Eisley shot back. “I’m leaving. I knew this was a bad idea, Emi.”
“What happened in there?” Emi looked at me and glared.
I almost laughed. Fuck her. I wasn’t the asshole here.
“I-I don’t want to talk about it.”
“What’s that?” Emi reached for the paper in Eisley’s grip.
“I’m leaving.” Eisley stepped back and looked at me for assistance. I slid my hand around her middle.
“I’ll take her home.”
Emi scowled. “I don’t feel comfortable letting the son of a murderer take my friend home.”
I blinked. “I don’t feel comfortable letting my girl drive around with someone who laughs about the murders.”
“I’ll be fine. I’ve got to go.” Eisley turned and together we went to my car and quickly sped off, away from the set.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” I asked.
“I can’t fucking believe him.” She shook her head and stared at her phone. “He led me on, thinking I was going to meet them one day, all the while he knew. All to get me to talk.”
I stayed silent, letting her vent.Dave was a piggy. Piggies get stuck.“How much did he give you?”
She laughed dryly. “For my pain? Seven hundred and fifty dollars.”
“It was probably all he had in his account.”
“What a twisted fuck.” She waved the check. “He thinks this is anything? I can make this in a few hours by flirting with some dudes online.”
My face muscles twitched with irritation at the thought. I forced myself to focus on something else.
“What are you gonna do with it?”
“I don’t know. Cash it now before he stops it. You have a pen?”
I pointed to the passenger’s compartment and she quickly found what she was looking for and signed the check and began uploading it to the bank app on her phone. “Done. I should go shopping.”
“When I get dumb money like that, I go get a tattoo,” I joked.
“A tattoo?” She blinked. “I’ve always wanted one, but never had anyone to go with.”
I grinned. “You want to go get one? You’d look fucking sexy with one.”
