Page 88 of The Attraction File

“Yes. That’s his real name, Damien Rosen.”

Edgar guided us to the couch as he sat on the leather chair next to us.

“Why did you never tell me?” my mother asked. She gazed at Edgar but I knew the question was meant for me.

“Damien was involved in some way with a missing coworker of Edgar’s. The police contacted us and showed us a picture of them together. I knew he was back in Chicago, but I had no reason to believe he would want anything to do with us.”

“The detective I know seems to believe Damien is with some big crime syndicate. That somehow Ashton got involved. That’s how he ended up dead,” Edgar said while rubbing the back of his neck.

I glared at Edgar. I wished he hadn’t mentioned Ashton’s death.

“Dead? Oh God.” My mom clasped her hands at her chest.

I knew that would freak her out. That was why I didn’t want to tell her anything.

“According to the police he committed suicide, but how do you cut your arm off before you drown yourself in the Chicago River?” Edgar wouldn’t shut up.

“Okay, Edgar. I think my mom is upset enough,” I spoke through gritted teeth.

He looked at her and recognition widened his eyes. “Oh yeah, right. Right.”

I rubbed my mom’s back as she silently wept. She took a deep breath and pointed to Edgar. “You promised me he would never return. You promised my daughter and I would be safe. You lied, Edgar.”

Rearing my head back, I turned to gaze at Edgar. When did Edgar and my mother ever talk about Damien before now?

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