Page 32 of Desire

“When I first found you for Bridget, I needed to know what I was up against since, both times you called her, you indicated you were in some kind of trouble. I needed to find out everything I could about you, your uncle, and your parents. I wanted to make sure you were safe. I have a friend who is really good with computers. She found out some stuff that even the police wouldn’t have been able to find.”

I stopped, trying to find the right words to explain to a thirteen-year-old-boy that, more than likely, his uncle had murdered his parents. It was a total shit storm, and there really wasn’t an easy way to say it. Alex waited patiently for me to finish explaining.

“There appears to be an incorrect report about how your parents died. There’s no real easy way to say this, but I don’t think the accident was really an accident. There was evidence that shows their brake lines were cut.”

Alex sat stone-faced and silent.

“Your parents had significant life insurance policies, both for themselves and for you. With you listed as their beneficiary, but being a minor, the money was put into a trust. My friend was able to take a look at the trust, and it seems as if there is quite a bit missing. And we think we know who’s taking it.”

“It’s highly likely, yes.”

Alex turned his head to look me straight in the eye. “And you’re also saying that he probably killed them, aren’t you?”

I hated that I was the one doing this. I wanted to be anywhere but here. “We don’t have proof of anything right now. Webber is looking into some things.”

“My case worker came by earlier today. She said I’ll be returning to my uncle’s house in the next couple of days. I’m afraid, Connor. He’s going to kill me too, isn’t he?”

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