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scented candles, and books. Not only did I almost knock over several figurines, but there was a stack of romance novels sitting next to the sofa, that almost had me doing a face-plant. Muttering to myself, I continued my search and walked down the hallway to check out the bedrooms. The smallest of the two had blue curtains, a toddler bed, with a Choo-Choo train comforter, and a wall decal which read ‘Billy’. There was also a toy box and a small rocking chair next to a bookshelf.
Dammit, I thought, now thinking that I indeed had the wrong apartment.
Frustrated, I walked into the other bedroom and paused when I saw the mess. There were clothes strewn all over, an old pizza box about ready to fall off of the nightstand, and two empty bottles of wine lying on the floor next to the bed. Frowning, I stepped closer to the nightstand and found a picture of a young boy with dark blonde curls. He also had a cute smile and eyes that reminded me of Raina’s. The child had to be hers.
I left the bedroom and began searching the kitchen and living room for information on Cole, such as an address or even a picture. Fortunately, I lucked out and found an old card envelope with an address in Davenport. Hoping he still lived there, I shoved it into my pocket and made my way to the door. I didn’t feel like confronting her anymore. Not here at her place, especially if there was a kid involved.
As I walked through the living room, something caught my eye on the coffee table.
An urn.
I picked it up and read the inscription etched on the vase. Although I’d never met him, my heart clenched when I realized whose ashes were inside – Billy’s. The child had only been two years old. When I read the date of his death, it made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. He’d died the day before my old man had been murdered. I didn’t know if it meant anything, but it sure seemed like a hell of a coincidence.
Rubbing my hand over my face, I decided to wait around for a couple of hours to see if she showed up. I needed to talk to her and find out what happened to Billy. I wasn’t even sure why it was so important to me, but something in my gut told me it was. I sat down on the sofa and stared at the urn. Losing my father had been hard. He’d been everything to me. But even I knew that there was nothing like losing a child, especially one so young. She’d mentioned that her life was a mess and now I understood to what extent. The kind of grief that Raina was going through had to be tough.
My phone buzzed and I noticed it was a text message from Raptor asking how things were going. I explained that Raina wasn’t home and that I’d be keeping watch for a couple of hours. I then told him to go home to Adriana and that I’d get back to him when I learned anything new. Afterward, I put my phone away and sat alone in the darkness, waiting for answers.
Chapter 14
Justin’s house was spacious and relatively clean. His upstairs furniture had seen better days, but the basement below looked like it had been recently remodeled. Not only did it contain an expansive bar, a television that was obnoxiously huge, and two pinball machines, but there was a leather sectional that looked like it cost more than all of my furniture combined. Not to mention his pool table, the workout area, and another room with a hot tub. It was definitely a bachelor pad.
Muttering to myself about dirty money, I walked back to the main floor of the house and sat down on the sofa, which faced the driveway. It was getting late and I wasn’t sure what time Tank might arrive home, but it didn’t matter. Now that his old man had killed my child, I had nothing better to do with my time than to wait to return the favor.
Chapter 15
After waiting around for a couple of hours, I began to wonder if she might have skipped town and if I was just wasting my time. Eventually, I nodded off until the sound of keys in the front door jolted me awake.
Dammit, I thought, now thinking that I indeed had the wrong apartment.
Frustrated, I walked into the other bedroom and paused when I saw the mess. There were clothes strewn all over, an old pizza box about ready to fall off of the nightstand, and two empty bottles of wine lying on the floor next to the bed. Frowning, I stepped closer to the nightstand and found a picture of a young boy with dark blonde curls. He also had a cute smile and eyes that reminded me of Raina’s. The child had to be hers.
I left the bedroom and began searching the kitchen and living room for information on Cole, such as an address or even a picture. Fortunately, I lucked out and found an old card envelope with an address in Davenport. Hoping he still lived there, I shoved it into my pocket and made my way to the door. I didn’t feel like confronting her anymore. Not here at her place, especially if there was a kid involved.
As I walked through the living room, something caught my eye on the coffee table.
An urn.
I picked it up and read the inscription etched on the vase. Although I’d never met him, my heart clenched when I realized whose ashes were inside – Billy’s. The child had only been two years old. When I read the date of his death, it made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. He’d died the day before my old man had been murdered. I didn’t know if it meant anything, but it sure seemed like a hell of a coincidence.
Rubbing my hand over my face, I decided to wait around for a couple of hours to see if she showed up. I needed to talk to her and find out what happened to Billy. I wasn’t even sure why it was so important to me, but something in my gut told me it was. I sat down on the sofa and stared at the urn. Losing my father had been hard. He’d been everything to me. But even I knew that there was nothing like losing a child, especially one so young. She’d mentioned that her life was a mess and now I understood to what extent. The kind of grief that Raina was going through had to be tough.
My phone buzzed and I noticed it was a text message from Raptor asking how things were going. I explained that Raina wasn’t home and that I’d be keeping watch for a couple of hours. I then told him to go home to Adriana and that I’d get back to him when I learned anything new. Afterward, I put my phone away and sat alone in the darkness, waiting for answers.
Chapter 14
Justin’s house was spacious and relatively clean. His upstairs furniture had seen better days, but the basement below looked like it had been recently remodeled. Not only did it contain an expansive bar, a television that was obnoxiously huge, and two pinball machines, but there was a leather sectional that looked like it cost more than all of my furniture combined. Not to mention his pool table, the workout area, and another room with a hot tub. It was definitely a bachelor pad.
Muttering to myself about dirty money, I walked back to the main floor of the house and sat down on the sofa, which faced the driveway. It was getting late and I wasn’t sure what time Tank might arrive home, but it didn’t matter. Now that his old man had killed my child, I had nothing better to do with my time than to wait to return the favor.
Chapter 15
After waiting around for a couple of hours, I began to wonder if she might have skipped town and if I was just wasting my time. Eventually, I nodded off until the sound of keys in the front door jolted me awake.
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