“Intense.”
“Maybe it runs in the family.”
“Yeah, maybe. Anyway I don’t think I’ll be staying over tonight. That would be too weird.” We talked for a few more minutes before I passed the phone to Sheldon who wanted to talk to her. I left the bedroom and went back to the basement. Their low voices instantly put me on alert and I paused on the stairs.
“Arizona, Kentucky, and Wisconsin are battling right now. They’re at the top of my list. I haven’t made a decision.”
“Because of Lake, right? Where is she going?”
“I don’t know. She hasn’t said.”
“So ask her.”
“I’m getting to it, moron. I had to take care of those other two.”
“What did Mario do with them?”
“He’s keeping them on ice for me.”
“He’s a scary motherfucker. How do you know that guy?”
“He used to be a partner with the people who owned me.”
“Shit.”
“Fuck.”
Owned him? Someone owned him? Oh hell no. I needed him to talk. “Who owned you?” I asked, walking the rest of the way down the stairs.
“Lake…”
“No, Keiran. You just said someone owned you.”
“Let it go,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I can’t just let it go. I have a right to know.”
He stomped over to me and pushed me against the wall by the staircase. “You don’t have the right to shit but what I tell you. My past is my own.”
“But you said –”
“I know what I said. It’s none of your business.”
“Why do Dash and Keenan get to know?”
“For fuck sake, girl—“
“Um, guys? As much as this turns me on to watch you fight, we need to go.” Keenan deadpanned.
“Go? Where are you going?”
“We are going to play laser tag,” Keiran emphasized.
“Yeah, it’s Monday Madness. All the food you can eat and my boy Teddy is working tonight so we get drinks too. Let’s roll!” He and Dash ran up the stairs tripping and shoving each other to get to the top first.
“I’ve never played laser tag.”
“No? Well then you can’t be on my team. I don’t lose,” he gloated. I hit him on the shoulder and his eyes danced with mischief.
“Can I see your tat?”
“It’s not finished.”
“Oh…later then?” As he stared down at me I could see the turmoil behind his eyes. He stepped away from me and jammed his fingers in his hair. Did he already regret getting the tattoo?
“We need to go,” he said, taking my hand and pulling me up the stairs. I heard Keenan creating a ruckus as soon as we reached the first floor.
“What are you pigs doing here? This isn’t the time we scheduled.”
“We’d just thought we’d come ask a few questions and maybe have a look around. We hope you don’t mind,” one of the suits said but his tone suggested he didn’t care otherwise.
“You can ask your questions from the doorstep because you aren’t stepping foot inside this house without a warrant.”
“Do we need one Mr. Masters?” the second detective asked in a gruff tone. “Is your father home by any chance? We’d really like to speak with him as well.”
“Don’t you guys have some donuts you need to suck back or was that just my cock?”
“Keenan, let those officers in and stop being a pain in my ass,” his father ordered from somewhere in the house. Keenan sucked his teeth but didn’t budge. Keiran went straight to the door and I followed behind. I don’t know why but I felt the need to stand between Keiran and trouble. Someone had to be the voice of reason.
“We aren’t interested in whatever the fuck you think you know,” he said without preamble.
“You know why we are here son. We just want to ask some questions about Ms. Risdell and Officer Reynolds’s son’s disappearance. “
“So ask them.” He crossed his arm over his chest and stood next to Keenan who now wore a cocky expression on his face.