Page 131 of Sinister Legacy
“She killed Kit.” Kara blinks at me, but Madison shoves her hard, causing her to stumble back.
“Shut up, you stupid bitch! Keira didn’t kill Kit.”
“The mask had her DNA,” Hayley argues while I start to pace behind them.
“So? Someone is out to get her!” Madison all but shrieks.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and bring up my father’s number. He answers on the first ring.
“What trouble did you get into now?”
“I need your help.”
My family is good for nothing, but at least they have money. And money is a powerful thing. Luckily for me, my family has an endless amount.
My father says nothing, so I draw in a deep breath through my nose.
“They arrested Keira for the murders.”
“Jimmy Hill’s daughter?”
“Yes.”
My father sighs, his beard rasping. “I told you to stay away from that girl. She’s trouble.”
“And I told you that’s impossible, so don’t try to make me.”
“You get your stubborn streak from me. What do you need?”
“What strings can you pull?”
The girls are still bickering amongst themselves, their voices growing louder in the silence of the evening.
“Like in your case, I can make sure the news stays out of the media for as long as possible.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll see what else I can do, but there’ll be a frenzy when the media finds out about this. Jimmy Hill’s daughter gets arrested in connection with a murder spree, weeks before her dad is due to be executed… It’s bad, King. Very fucking bad.”
“Her mother threw her out.”
“So she’ll need the best representation money can buy.”
“Take it out of my trust fund or whatever.”
My father chuckles, the gravelly sound soothing the storm inside me. “Just keep yourself out of trouble for a while.”
“You know I can’t promise you that.”
“I know. Do me a favor, son. You’re no good to her or anyone if you go down a destructive path. Understood? You need to keep your wits about you. I’ll try to help the best I can since you’re hellbent on being with this girl. But chances are, this won’t end the way you want it to. I need you to prepare yourself for the fact that money can only take you so far. It can’t make first-degree murder charges magically disappear. At best, it can shorten her sentence.Ifwe’re lucky.”
My head hurts, and my stomach is in knots. I want to beat something up. To make my knuckles scream in pain. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Don’t thank me yet. Now is the time to pray for a miracle.”
Death couldn’t come quickly enough. Those are the destructive thoughts running through my head while I listen to the clock ticking on the wall. It’s obnoxiously loud.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
