I eyed Swayze. This was exactly why I wanted to do this in person. Grace Palmer was known for her dramatics.
"Grace," I tried again. "Please, just calm down. It's going to be fine. Your mom is going to be okay."
"Domino Risky should have died the same day my brother did. If they hadn't been using every emergency person in the county to look for her, Dennis could have been saved."
She wasn't saying anything I didn't already know. Dennis's accident was the reason both Swayze and I kept coming back every year. It was also the reason he and I became first responders. We weren't going to let another preteen die at the park simply because no one was there to help.
"I've got to go. Mom’s calling," she said, and the line went dead.
A knock on the cabin door pulled us from our dark thoughts. I went to it, ripping it open and glaring down at the person who dared bother us right now. Blane, an asshole skater kid with long blond hair and cold blue eyes, smiled up at me.
"You, uh, coming to the bonfire? I heard you two were over at the Risky mansion today. You got to see the girl." He raised his eyebrows.
"And?" I demanded.
"Come on, let's go and forget about this shit for tonight." Swayze brushed past me, offering me a joint as we started toward the party. "We'll figure things out in the morning."
The next morning, I rolled over in the grass and blinked. I'd gotten blackout drunk and couldn't remember anything past that first beer. I sat up and looked for Swayze. There were about a dozen of the other Risky Rush employees scattered in the grass and on the beach. The sun was coming up, and in a few hours, Marisol or one of the other Risky kids would be around to put us to work.
I closed my eyes and tried to collect myself when someone kicked my boot. I looked up and squinted against the bright sky to see who the fuck was coming at me first thing in the morning when I saw it was Marisol. I dropped back to the ground and groaned.
"Fuck off."
She kicked me again. "Come on, grab your boyfriend, and let's go."
"Swayze!" I called, getting up and dusting myself off. My body was stiff from sleeping outside on the hard ground. I stretched and looked around, finding him near the water. Marisol and I got him up, and slowly, we trudged back to the cabin. The moment our door was shut, Marisol started talking.
"Give me your phones."
"What? No, fuck off." I waved her off and began digging through my suitcase for a clean shirt.
"Give me your phones, and I'll give you money."
Swayze and I exchanged looks.
"What do you mean?"
She leaned against the poker table and sighed. "I need help. I never thought we'd see my sister again, but now she's back, and I need help getting rid of her again."
I sat beside Swayze on his bed. My phone felt heavy in my pocket.
"How much money are we talking?"
I could almost hear Swayze's thoughts. Getting the girl to leave again would solve more than just bitchy Marisol's problems. Dennis's family would have some semblance of peace again.
Two birds and all that.
"How much do you want?"
"How badly do you want her gone?" Swayze snapped.
She hesitated and then stomped her foot. "Fine. I'll give you both ten grand if she's gone by the end of the season. Twenty if it's within the month."
I stood. She held out her hand smugly. "Thought so. Give me your phone."
Without another thought, I dug into my pocket and unlocked it for her. Swayze leaped up.
"What are you doing with them?" He pulled out his phone as well.
