“You don’t have to worry about Marcus anymore, because he has brothers and a sister who will look out for him. He has a good family on the outside. And I want you to know we’re going to do everything we can for him. He’s part of us.” He swallowed, and raised his chin up high, girding himself for the hardest part of the visit. For the reason he drove to the prison for the first time in years.
A piece of his heart had been metal, an alloy of shame and guilt. With words like a scalpel, he cut it from his body. “Because I’m a good man,” he said, letting go of the hate, letting it crumble to the ground. It couldn’t weigh him down any longer. “I had a good father, and you have good kids. All of them.”
Then, because it was the compassionate thing to do, he sat down with her and spent the next hour listening to her talk.
On the ride home, he and Marcus stopped for a burger, then John Winston called to give him the news he’d been waiting for.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Elle’s heart still raced furiously. That had been a hell of a game of laser tag. It was made all the better by Colin’s news.
She hung up and turned to her son as they walked toward the rental counter to return the laser tag equipment. “My text message stalker was arrested this morning.”
Alex punched the air. “Yes! That is awesome.”
“The cops got him on grand larceny. He stole two dozen iPhones.”
Alex scoffed. “Androids are way better phones. Better games on them,” he said, and Elle smiled because her son hadn’t spiraled. He hadn’t returned to the silent boy he was before. In fact? his temporary sullenness had ended last night when she arrived home—before she’d even told him she’d broken it off with Colin. She was glad that he’d come around before this news because it meant he was stronger than he’d been before—that he was finding the internal resources to deal with the highs and lows of life.
“Anyway, he’s in jail now. Colin just talked to the detective who has been working on his father’s case,” she said, before they reached the counter.
Alex stopped in his tracks. “You said in the car the other day, when you were talking about the messages, that Colin was ‘working on it.’ What did you mean?” he asked, his voice softer now. He hadn’t let her explain the other day; he hadn’t wanted to listen. He wanted to now.
“He took it upon himself to find out who the guy was. He studied the texts, and he researched a number of possibilities as to who was sending them, and he used every tool at his disposal. Instagram, Facebook, and then good old-fashioned elbow grease. He pulled together clues from things people had said, from pictures he had seen, and when Lee Stefano posted again, Colin was ready, and he was able to track him down and give the info to the police.”
Alex whistled in admiration. “That’s impressive. That’s some serious detective work.”
She smiled, a burst of pride surging inside her over what Colin had done. “Yes. Yes it is.” She shifted gears. She needed to talk to her son, to let him know that they were going to have to learn to roll with the punches and not always retreat. “I made a decision to stop seeing him when this got too complicated. I made a choice because you’re my top priority and you always will be. But I also want you to know that I won’t always be able to step back. In this case, it was a choice I could make. But there will be other times when we have to go into the fire. When we have to face it and walk through it and be strong. I know you have it in you,” she said, wrapping her hand around his arm and squeezing.
He nodded solemnly. “I can handle it. I’m sorry I flipped out.”
“There’s no need to be sorry. You did nothing wrong. But I want you to know, too, that whatever challenges come our way, we’ll tackle them together.”
“Hmmm,” Alex mused as they headed to the arcade gallery.
“Hmmm what?”
“That’s pretty cool,” Alex said, like an admission. His voice was deeper now; it had officially changed.
She furrowed her brow. “What’s cool?”
“That Colin did that for you. That he didn’t stop until he’d solved the problem. Dad was never like that. He didn’t solve problems. He only caused them.”
She looped an arm around him, her heart lighting up. “Colin didn’t just do it for me. Or for us. He did it because it was the right thing to do. He’s that kind of a guy.”
“You miss him, don’t you?”
She gave him a noogie. “You’re too observant for your own good.” She pointed to the motorcycle game. “Let’s go kick some ass on the road.”
*
John Winston removed his shades when he spotted the young man waiting at a picnic table in the park. Though it was a Sunday morning, the park was quiet, and the picnic tables were far enough away from the playground for a private conversation. Marcus had said he didn’t want to meet at his apartment or at the store where he worked, and not anyplace where someone might see him. John had chosen a park thirty minutes outside of Vegas.
The teen sat on the table itself, head down, tapping away on his phone. When John reached him, he noticed the kid was swiping pages in a book.
“Thanks for meeting me,” John said.
“Thanks for meeting me here.”
John took a seat next to him on top of the green slatted wood of the table.
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