We pull up next to it, and a sleepy Lyndall stumbles out of the back seat, giving a big yawn. "Is this Cade's?"
"No," Enzo says, "Dr. Simon's."
But she is hurrying up the path as the door opens, and the man with the dark blond hair, who claims to be a trauma doctor and was meant to be at the hospital, steps out.
She hugs him, so I don't know. Maybe he had money he inherited, and being a trauma doctor is just a calling.
I start to follow, but Enzo stops me, his warm, strong hand curling around my arm. "Lola."
"Yes?"
He pulls me into him, leaning in close and feathering his lips over mine. "I'm sorry this happened, and I'm sorry if you're caught up in this."
"In what? And he's a trauma doctor? How can he?—"
"Rich parents." He releases me and steps back. His face flashes pure, dark fire. "I need to talk to Simon and make sure Lyndall doesn't call her friends or...anyone." Then a muscle works in his jaw. "That goes for you, too."
I don't like being treated like a child. And does he knowabout Lyndall's twenty-year-old boyfriend? She is a child, and I want to fling that at him.
But inside, I'm shaking because I remember when everyone came for Dad before his death, and then with a vengeance after. They came for me, even though I had no idea what was going on.
I don't want that happening to Lyndall.
And I don't want it happening to me again, either.
"Is that all?"
"No calls or texts. In fact, turn your phone off."
I narrow my eyes. "Should I hand it to you?"
"Do I need to collect your phone?"
"No," I push out, "you don't."
He nods. "Good. Go and help out Lyndall."
I don't respond. I stalk down the path to the porch and climb the couple of steps. There is a look exchanged between the kid and Simon, and I can't help thinking I'm the only one missing pieces of the story. But the discord might come from the fact I watched Enzo kill two men.
I take a breath.
But Simon beats me to it.
"There are bedrooms upstairs, the main and two guest rooms. Plus, a bed in the study downstairs." He looks at me with a gaze that is so flat it could be innocent, but I take it as unreadable. "Lyndall and you can take a guest room each. I will be talking with Enzo."
"Have at it. I'm sure he's more talkative with you." And I push past him and head in.
It is modern but not overly impressive on the outside, like a neo take on the houses around here. I probably should know the style, but I couldn't care.
Inside is wealth.
It is a smart home, from the door that slides shut behind me to the furniture in the living room. The windows areshuttered, and it looks like luxury smart hiding the soul of a prison fortress.
Lyndall sits on the first of the stairs that lead up. "He has an elevator, like Enzo. And his fridge talks to you. The lights like to come on when you enter a dim. I bet they will do what they're told if you speak to them."
"Like Siri or Alexa?" Then I shake my head. "Come on, I will let you choose the bedroom."
The light, at least, is soft and golden.
