Page 54 of Deadly Sins

Just like mine.

I squeezed my fist and grabbed Autumn’s arm. “Autumn, tell me everything you know about this boy. It’s important. Did Tiffany ever mention his father?”

Her eyes widened, and I quickly released her. I couldn’t tell her my real suspicions. “Sorry, I just—I mean, he looks like Joaquín’s sister, Mia. Joaquín had told me he had never met Tiffany. I’m just trying to help him.”

“Wow, you mean you think he could be Joaquín’s son? That would be crazy. She said she barely knew the dad, said he was some psychopath drug dealer. She had him before I started working at Panthers. But yeah, even her mom mentioned the other day that she hadn’t known her own daughter was pregnant! I mean, can you believe that? My parents suck, but even I’d tell them if I was pregnant.”

No. No way. This couldn’t be.

I needed to see this boy with my own eyes. Yes, there was a possibility that he could be Joaquín’s and Tiffany’s—maybe they’d had a one-night stand years ago, but that would mean that Joaquín had been lying to me. And, worse yet, he would have a motive for murder.

But there was also a chance this boy could be my son.

“You know what’s funny? Ksenya started acting all weird, too, when she met Julián. Asking all sorts of questions.”

My palms began to sweat. What did Mia know about Tiffany’s son? Had she given our child away to be raised by some random stripper’s mom? If there was any possibility that was true, I’d fucking kill her.

Fuck.

“Where is he? I need to see him with my own eyes. For Joaquín.”

Autumn tapped her nails on the table. “Well, I would offer to go with you, but it would be weird for me to go back up because I was just there on Sunday. But I guess I could give you the address. Maybe you can see him in the neighborhood.”

“That would be great. Thank you.”

She shrugged. “You’re welcome.” She finished her coffee, then put her hand on my thigh. I pushed it off me.

“Look, Autumn. You’re a gorgeous girl, and I really like you. But I’m not looking for anything serious right now, and you deserve to be taken seriously.”

Her eyes cast down. “It’s okay. I just really like you, Grant. Things could’ve been different between us. I wish…I mean, for so many reasons, I wish Tiffany hadn’t died that night.”

So do I.

She entered the address into my phone. We made a few more minutes of small talk, I gave her a hug, and then I got into my truck with Hero and headed to Temecula.