Page 61 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

"Go ahead and turn on the computer." She peeked out the door. "I'll watch for Phil."

"Is there a password?" Her sister walked behind the counter.

She hesitated. Whether she worked in the kitchen of the bar or at the campground, she was an honest employee. But that loyalty to Zane no longer mattered. He'd lied and used her.

"GH208," she said.

Kenna frowned. "The initials of Gem Haven and the area code for Idaho?"

"Yep."

"You'd think they'd pick something harder."

She glanced at her sister and raised her brows. "It's a campground. What's someone going to do if they break into the computer, find out how many people stayed during the Fourth of July?"

"Good point." Kenna sat down in the chair and typed on the keyboard. "Okay, there's nine state prisons in Idaho. Where should I start?"

"It's the same prison where Zane and Kingsley's dad is located." She looked outside for anyone coming and then back at her sister. "I have no idea. He's never mentioned the location by name."

Kenna slumped in the chair. "This will take a while unless they have a roster posted online on current prisoners."

"I doubt it." An idea struck her. "Wait. When Zane goes and sees his dad, he's gone most of the day. Last time, he left at eight o'clock in the morning and got back at three o'clock. He hates going because it takes so long to check in and wait for the visiting time. That must mean it's not too far."

"Smart." Kenna set her cell phone beside her on the desk. "I'll start with the closest one and work my way out on the map."

"Use the landline. Reception in the cabin sucks."

As her sister set out to find which prison their dad was kept at, she hurried back and forth from getting things organized for the campers and watching for Phil.

Refilling the wall holder with brochures from local attractions, forestry areas, hiking trails, and facts about the area, she stayed hyper-alert. She'd left the house without a sign of Zane or Kingsley, which made her nervous.

It was hard to break habits that had formed so long ago.

Zane always made sure he talked to her before she worked or acknowledged her as he spoke to the bikers outside, and she walked by.

There was no doubt he had someone watching over Kenna because she wanted to leave Gem Haven. The ache returned to her chest. Maybe he no longer cared if she took off with her sister. His job was done now that they understood why he and Kingsley came into their lives.

"I find it weird that there is no mention of Dad online. It's as if Google wiped his name off everything. Wouldn't there be an arrest record or—shit." Kenna whipped her gaze to River. "He changed his name."

"Why would he do that?" She walked over to the desk.

"Oh, my God. How did I not know this before?" Kenna leaned back in the chair. "Mom and Dad weren't married."

"I know that." She shrugged. "Mom used to say they had a spiritual wedding alone on a mountaintop near a waterfall, which was better than an actual wedding. It was more special to them. At least that's what she told us. Who knows if it's true."

"So, explain to me how our last name is Pruitt." Kenna paused. "Mom and Dad both went by Pruitt."

They had no other relatives to follow their ancestry to see where names came from. Kenna and she were the only ones left.

"I have my birth certificate in my bag. The state gave it to me when I was fifteen and had to show proof of it when I changed schools." She took her bag out from under the counter and opened the zipper. "I'm sure our parents' names are the same."

She double-checked and handed it to Kenna. Her sister frowned and gave it back to her.

"The same. So, Dad took mom's name...maybe. Or they made up the name together. Dad must have a different legal name. That would explain why I can't find anyone with his name sitting on death row."

Her stomach rolled. "How many people do you think are on death row in Idaho?"

Kenna Googled the question. "Eight."

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