Page 6 of Unmasked Legacy

Besides, he has no business telling me what to do.

My father’s enemies have nothing to do with me.

Right?

“Are you okay?” Jace asks as I sit. “I saw Rook talking to you.”

“Rook?”

“Wolfe Cross. His club name is Rook; that’s what everyone calls him.”

Wolfe.

A fitting name for him.

“Well, Rook, Wolfe, whoever, can mind his business.”

“What did he want?”

I shake my head. “Same as everyone else—for me to leave town and never look back.”

Jace smiles carefully. “Well, for what it’s worth, I don’t want you to leave.”

“That makes one of you,” I tease, and he laughs.

He grins and winks. “One is better than none.”

Laughing, I nod. “You’re right.”

Thank goodness for Jace; without him, this town would have driven me out by now.

But my determination is stronger.

I’m not leaving.

Not yet.

I need answers first.

WALKING INTO THE POLICEstation, I reach behind me and pull my hair into a tight ponytail. The long locks are getting hot, causing my neck to sweat. It’s more nerves than it is weather, but, either way, I need to keep my composure when I start my search for answers. I want to ask about my mother and her death. My dad always told me it was a car accident, and I always believed him, because why wouldn’t I?

Back then, I didn’t think he had any reason to lie to me.

Now I know that everything he told me was a damned lie.

“Can I help you?”

The older woman sitting behind the reception desk gives me a sharp once over, and her eyes narrow. Another one who knows who I am. I exhale, bracing myself for her rude comments, growing used to them by now.

“Yes, I am wanting to speak to Sergeant Davidson, if he is available?”

“What is the matter concerning?”

“My mother.”

She narrows her eyes. Everyone in town knows my mother died, and I have no doubt as her fingers rush over the keys that she’s confirming that information.

“Can you be more specific?”

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