“Get out of here.”Leo nodded toward the exit as she kept her eye on the mission.
My forehead wrinkled as Spencer moved to the edge of our quiet corner in the raging club. Was Leo really going to stay?
Giving my hand a squeeze, Leo stayed focused. “I’ve got this. I’ll catch you both at the house.”
A part of me wanted to scoff, to laugh. Leo was about to let her best friend face down her shitty brother-in-law alone in the middle of the night. All to sit here and watch these assholes take advantage of vulnerable women.
Clapping Leo on the shoulder, Spencer nodded. “Thanks, Doc.”
There wasn’t any time to question Leo before Spencer was putting her arm around my shoulder and guiding me through the crowd of drunk dancers.
I looked over my shoulder once, Leo still intent on the mission behind us. Didn’t Leo give a shit about helping Spence? It felt rude.
Before I could really fume about it, we were back on the sidewalk — cool air grounding me as my face flushed from frustration and the heat of the bar.
Spencer held my hand as she checked for traffic and got us safely across the street. We loaded onto the blue Suzuki, my arms wrapped around Spencer’s tense body as she revved the engine.
Despite the insane speed, her driving was less reckless than it usually was as we raced toward the storage unit in Valemont.
Resting my helmeted head on her back, I tried to take a few deep breaths. Whatever awaited us at the hospital wouldn’t be good, especially not with Bill there. Spencer had been vague about how bad he was. But I knew it wouldn’t be a fun night.
Once we pulled into the storage lot, Spencer dropping her speed as we approached her unit, I could feel her breathing growing heavier.
She cut the engine quickly, helping me off the bike before grabbing her keys and unlocking the garage door. Letting it fling up, Spencer sighed. “Alright. These are gonna be farther back.”
“Got it.” I nodded as I stepped inside, my heels clicking against the concrete. Looking down at my outfit, I realized how overdressed I was for the hospital.
Grabbing a clear bin, Spencer started sorting through the files. I moved deeper into the unit, toward old bankers boxes with vague labels. Unsure exactly what we were looking for, I knew to look for Caleb’s name and a doctor’s letter head.
Other than that, I was flying blind.
As I thumbed through each box, I looked over at Spencer — her forehead scrunched tight as she hustled through folder after folder. “What are we looking for exactly?”
Spencer groaned. “Well I have his most recent records. But I’m looking for surgery records from when he broke his arm asa kid. Jess was still alive when that happened, so it’s in here somewhere.”
“Copy that.” Grabbing a new box, I dug through those.
But these were even older, dated back to the early 2000s. I wasn’t even sure Caleb would have been born yet. With each page, the dates got older. Suddenly, I was in the early 90s. Now it was clear this was different types of medical paperwork.
Moore, Christina.
I kept moving, trying not to pry. It must have been Spencer’s mother, what remained of her medical records.
All of these files were highly disorganized, jumping from physical appointments to car registrations every other page. We definitely hadn’t gotten to this section during our last cleanup session.
But my fingers stopped on a thick sheet of paper. At the top was an attorney’s name, followed by Christina Moore’s.
And then the name that made me stop in my tracks.
Isaac Dumont.
My blood ran cold, my heart stopped pumping. Everything froze. I tried to blink it away, the name I hadn’t seen in a decade. Hadn’t even heard his name since he kicked us out of his mansion, putting my mother and I on the curb to fend for ourselves.
All I could see was bloody hands, a sinister smile. My heart was racing.
Why was Spencer’s mother suing Isaac? How did they even know each other?
And why were both of those names showing up around me?
