I’m wondering if he really wants to talk or if he’s hoping to continue what we started in his bedroom. I can’t do that if he’s still with Aubrey. Even if he was single, I shouldn’t be doing anything with him, so why do I want to? Why am I already craving to feel his hands on me again?
“Finn, get your ass out here!” Briggs yells at Parker, and I take a seat on the couch.
“Where’s your dad’s scotch?” Finn yells back.
“You’re not drinking! Now get your ass in the living room! We’re all waiting.”
Moments later, Finn appears, a bottle of water in his hand.
“Give me that!” Briggs yanks the bottle from him.
“It’s just water, asshole.” Finn plops down in the middle of the long couch. Parker and I are on the ends.
Briggs smells whatever’s in the bottle, then takes a drink before handing it back to Finn.
“Like I want it now,” Finn says, setting it on the table.
“Let’s start with an update,” Briggs says, remaining standing as he looks at the three of us. “Anyone have anything?”
“The guy’s still in ICU,” Parker says. “I heard it on the radio on the way here.”
“Did they say anything else?” Briggs asks.
“They still don’t know who he is. I’m guessing he’s some homeless guy. He was probably drunk or high and got confused and ended up on that road.”
Briggs eyes go to me. “What about you? Any updates?”
“Just what I told you about what I saw when I went to get my truck.”
Parker turns to me. “What’d you see?”
“Flowers and a sign were left where it happened.”
“What’d the sign say?” Parker asks.
“Something about repenting your sins. It was a bible verse. I can’t remember exactly what it said.”
“You should’ve taken a picture,” Finn says.
“I couldn’t. My dad was with me.”
“That sign was for us.” Parker shakes his head. “People think we left him there to die.”
“They don’t know it was us,” Briggs says. “And we didn’t leave him there to die. We called for help.”
“Can we hurry this up?” Finn says, swiping through his phone. “I have shit to do. I don’t want to sit here all night.”
Parker shoves his shoulder. “You don’t have anything to do. You just want to go home and smoke weed.”
Finn smiles. “And drink.”
“You do that and you’re gonna fuck up the call with the insurance guy,” Briggs says. “You need to lay off the booze and the weed until you’re done talking to him. One screwup and the insurance company will start investigating what really happened. Then they’ll tell the police and the four of us will become suspects.”
We all look at Finn, who’s messing with his phone.
“Yeah, whatever, I’ll stay off it, but it’s not gonna make a difference. Just tell me what to say so I can get out of here.”
“I think you should stick with the original story,” Parker says. “They can’t prove it’s not true.”
