“Is that right?” Bullseye addresses my dad, though his eyes are fixed on me.
No.I start to panic.Short knows the truth. And if he’s told that to Bullseye, what’s going to happen if he questions Dadfurther?I can’t afford for him to know I went to the Kings last night for help or that I told them what really happened. Silently, I try to send a message of pleading with my eyes.
Thankfully, Bullseye seems to understand. “Clumsy girl, clumsy man. Perhaps we ought to put them both in a padded room.” He chuckles.
“Not together,” Dad snaps fast.
“Look, I don’t want to bleed out on your table.” Short draws the attention back to him. “Doc, we pay you to provide medical attention. Can you see your way to giving me some now? My fuckin’ face is burning.” Again, there’s that look toward Freak that I don’t understand.
Or, perhaps, I’m starting to have my suspicions. This can’t be a coincidence, them turning up the morning after I went to Short, bleeding and in need of help. Could he have let his brother hurt him to find out the truth? To come try to dig out the secrets of the Custer household?
God help me if they should discover them.
