Page 102 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

Could she hear what he was saying?

“You have it on speakerphone,” she explained.

Was I speaking aloud, too?

“Yes,” she answered.

“Bram, where the fuck are you?” Shine snapped.

“I already told you, I’m at a bar,” I answered. “Well, a lawyer’s office. A lawyer that is working out of a bar.”

“Legitimate lawyers don’t do that,” Shine snapped again. “Tell me where the fuck you are, before I ask Mom to Life 360 you.”

I rolled my eyes.

My mom just had to know where we were at all times. She had Life 360 on all of us. The funny thing was, if Shine was curious, he could look up where I was himself.

“I’ll tell you where I am if you just tell me your damn name,” I grit out. “I gotta get this last will and testament done today. I just have this gut feeling. You’re okay with taking care of my son, right?”

There was an even longer pause this time and then Shine said, “Jesus Christ. You don’t even have to ask. I’d raise him like my own. But that’s not going to happen. You’re not going anywhere, and neither is your wife. You’ll both make it out of this just fine. We’re looking for Travis right now.”

It didn’t matter if they found him or not.

I didn’t tell him that, though.

The only thing that mattered was whether Dory made it.

“Shine. Name,” I said softly.

“Callum.” Shine gave me his name, I gave it to the lawyer, and then told them where I was.

The only problem was my phone died about halfway through the explanation.

“Whoops,” I said as I placed the phone down on the counter. “You got the name?”

The lawyer was too busy taking notes to look up. “I do. The last question I have is do you have any money that you would like to go to anyone. Assets, too. You tell me where you want it all to go, and I’ll get that down in the will.”

“Why do you work out of a bar?” I all but slurred.

The brother put another shot down beside me, but before I could reach for it, Birdie slid it away.

“My first case,” she said as she wrote. “I lost. I felt so bad about it that I’ve spent my life savings doing research and making sure that I can fix where I went wrong. That means I don’t have the time nor the desire to look legit. My whole life goal at this point is to pay my bills and fund my research so I canget the man out of prison that I had a hand in putting there for life.”

I blinked. “That would suck.”

“It does and did,” she said softly. “I feel horrible each time that I wake up breathing free air, and he has to spend the rest of his life there because of my sloppy mistakes.”

That was legit.

“Okay,” she said softly. “I’m going to go get this all in the computer. Don’t go anywhere, do you understand?”

“What about if I just go to the bathroom?” I asked.

“You can do that,” she said. “I’ll be back. Don’t leave without one of your brothers picking you up.”

It was sweet that she was worried.

“Here’s my credit card,” I said. “Can you run it for all the whiskey I drank?”

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