Page 17 of Havoc

“Anything else?”

“A couple of guns, bullets and photos.”

“Photos?”

“Yeah, of women I don’t recognize.”

I took hold of them and flicked through them. “Well, this one is Sonora when she was younger. And this one looks like my mother when she was pregnant with me and Hendrix, before the multiple surgeries. But this one I don’t know.”

“A collection?”

“Possibly. Gideon really was an enigma.”

“This is the last thing. It looks to be prison transcripts, but I don’t know what they have to do with being hidden. Nothing is being revealed here.”

I took them off Hadrian and glanced over the words. I knew who the transcript was about and who prisoner 140082 was instantly. My father’s obsession with knowing what everyone was up to, and why had gotten the best of him. He was spying on his own family, and from what I could gather, the transcripts didn’t hold any secret code. Had he been going insane with fear?

“Which prison is this?”

“Frostgate.”

Of course, it was my father’s own prison. He ran the people in charge and that’s why we had our own justice system in our organization. It would have been the prison where Lennon was sent. Chills ran down my spine at the memory of last night.

“Who is it?” Hadrian asked.

Debating whether to tell him because I know he’d run off and tell York, I hesitated. Eventually, I knew I’d need York to help me get there so I relented.

“My brother Chance.”

“Oh. He spied on his own son in prison?”

“He sent his own son to prison and probably for a trumped-up charge. Chance isn’t like Deacon. He’s more like me, and he was my fondest memory of growing up here.”

“Are you going to visit him?”

“Yes. He knows more about what goes on in this organization than most, he’s a valuable tool.”

“Can you trust him?” Hadrian asked.

“More than I trust you, and you’re going through my father’s secrets.”

Hadrian shut up and looked down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s fine. I know you’re spying for York, so can you tell him to meet me in the office in an hour?”

“Presley—”

“Save it, I don’t care.”

I pushed up, taking the journals and other assorted goodies from the safe and headed towards the office. I had a lot of reading to get through to try and figure out what my father was up to in his final months.

Lennon

My phone was dinging insistently which meant Hendrix was going nuts over my silence. Last night had been a glimpse into what Presley was up to, but I knew she was a different girl. She wasn’t my Presley anymore, but then again, I wasn’t the Lennon she knew either. I still loved her. Crazy as it sounds, I still felt a crazy chemistry with her and when she’d kicked me out, I knew it was to save face.

Next time, she wouldn’t be so lucky. Next time, she was going to let me stay.

I rolled over and picked up my phone, looking at the barrage of messages he’d sent me. Jesus, I needed a coffee to deal with this shit. I grabbed my jacket and headed out of the hotel room and down to the closest café.

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