Crow’s Row (25 page)

“Long-legs?” Only a tinge of jealousy colored my tone.

Frances strolled toward Griff and me. She was wearing a short cotton white summer dress and cowboy boots. The air was stifling and stagnant. Her golden hair seemed to have found imaginary wind—it, along with other noticeable parts, bounced with every step. She looked like she was walking off a country music video. Another strand of my carrot hair grudgingly frizzed out of my tight ponytail.

“We didn’t get the chance to meet last time I was here. I’m Frances. You’re Emily, right?”

I smiled weakly.

Griff practically knocked me over extending his own hand to Frances. “I’m Griffin.”

Griff-in
? I mouthed to myself.

Frances shook his hand. “Where is everyone?”

Griff had forgotten how to speak.

“Working,” I responded for both of us.

“Well, I guess it’s just us then. Griffin, mind if I steal Emily for a bit?” Frances checked as she looped her arm around mine. Griff just grinned and nodded.

“See you later,
Griff-in
,” I emphasized and threw him a glare.

He sheepishly smiled back, his cheeks glowing red, not because of the sun.

Frances’s empty Mercedes sparkled in the sunlight.

“Where’s my nephew?” I blurted.

She was a little shocked.

“Cameron told me about you and Bill,” I explained.

She eyed me and shook her head in disbelief. “I’m very surprised he would have told you that.”

“I overheard the two of you talking,” I admitted.

“Ah,” she grasped and answered, “My mom is watching Daniel.”

We ended up sitting by the pool. Some of the guards who were supposed to keep watch over the clearing behind the pool house took turns promenading closer inland. The stupid grin outbreak had spread to them too—a pandemic was surging. While they were trying to catch Frances’s attention, her eyes were partly fixed on me.

“It’s weird finally meeting you. I’ve heard so much about you from Bill,” she gushed. I was coming up smiling until she added, “You don’t look anything like I thought you would.” While I busied myself with watching the pool water leak down my skinny white legs, I imagined her blue eyes making their way to my hair.

“You just don’t look anything like your brother is what I meant …” She was trying to make small talk, and amends. Her voice was hushed and sweet, like a morning dove cooing.

“How did you meet Bill?” I asked her, still looking at my wet feet.

“Gosh, that was such a long time ago.” From the corner of my eye, I could see a smile coming to her lips. “We met in high school after he moved to Callister.”

“How long were you together … dating?”

“The first time, just a few months.”

My eyes shot up. “The first time?”

She reddened. “We broke up in high school. He dropped out, and I didn’t hear from him for a long time. Then I ran into him on the street a couple of years later …” She stopped and took a breath. “I didn’t know about Carly. Bill never told me he had a girlfriend … I had never met her … I thought … he told me they were just friends.”

Although there was another flash of extreme disappointment in my brother, I knew that this was really none of my business. “Did he tell you he was taking drugs?” One of the questions that was bugging me most.

“He didn’t need to tell me,” she stressed. “Your brother was always using, Emily. He was using even when we were in high school. Everyone who knew him well enough knew that.”

“Cameron didn’t,” I blurted. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe her … I just didn’t want to believe her.

“Is that what he told you?” she hissed under her breath, her knuckles clenched tightly to the side of the pool.

I noticed that she kept a distant eye on the loitering guards. She smiled at one of them, artificially; he was elated with her attention.

“I guess Cameron is just trying to protect you. The truth is hard to swallow.” Her voice was sweet again.

“It must be difficult for you to have to keep coming to Cameron for money,” I said.

Frances sneered. “I don’t
need
to come here and I certainly don’t need their money … Bill had opened a bank account for Daniel and I before he died.” She half-turned her head to me, never fully taking her eyes off the guards.

“You know how much money your brother had when he died,” she stated in passing.

When I shrugged, she raised her eyebrows.

“Didn’t you get Bill’s money after he died?”

I shook my head in response.

Frances became somber, pensive. The guards had finally gotten sunstroked from watching us and went back to rest in the shade of the trees down the property line.

“Why do you come all the way here if you don’t really need—”

She interrupted me by turning her attention completely to me and leaning in very close. “We don’t have a lot of time,” she whispered. “Are you okay? Have they hurt you?”

“I’m fine,” I answered awkwardly. “Has who hurt me?”

“Cameron, for one—”

“Of course not!” I immediately said.

With a wield of the hand, she shushed me and glanced around erratically. When she was reassured of our seclusion, she brought her blue eyes back to me.

“Cameron is … very nice,” I whispered, trying to find a descriptor that wouldn’t make me flush. It was pointless. The blood was already climbing up my neck in a ladder of red blotches.

She paused long enough to catch sight of my ruddiness.

“Cameron is handsome …” she ventured with awareness, watching my expression.

I went back to watching my feet splash in the water.

She exhaled very deeply. “Emily, you need to be extremely careful around Cameron. He’s young … too young to be a boss, too young to be doing what he’s doing.” There was a resentful edge to her voice. “He’s charming and very smart, which is why he has managed to keep himself alive for so long, but he’s immature. When he gets bored, or when things start to get too hard for him … bad things start to happen.” She seemed rushed. “Am I making any sense?”

I shook my head.

“He’s not like that,” I assured her confidently, even though my voice was the squeak of a mouse.

She put her hand on my shoulder, willing me to look at her.

“Your brother was a terrific boss,” she cooed. “Cameron always looked up to him. They were like brothers. Spider was very jealous of Bill because of that. When Bill died, he tried to take over the business. But the other bosses wouldn’t have it. They didn’t trust him, didn’t think that he was smart enough to manage the business for them and make them money. They picked Cameron.” Her voice was bitter, and she shifted in her seat. “Spider knows that Cameron is too young to make the tough decisions, and he uses this to get what he wants … to control the business … to control Cameron.”

I shook my head, trying to find the words to explain to her that Cameron wasn’t the fickle monster she was making him out to be, but she wasn’t done.

“From what I saw the last time I was here, Cameron seems to be taken with you. You’re like a new, expensive toy to him … but this won’t last. I’ll help you get out of here, but I have to find a safe place for Daniel and my mom, somewhere they can’t find them. You need to keep Cameron happy until I can come get you out.”

“Frances, really, I’m fine,” I insisted. “Everyone has been nothing but nice to me—”

“There’s nothing nice about these people—”

“Frances,” interrupted a stern voice from behind us. We simultaneously wheeled around.

Spider was standing by the basement doorway, glaring. Frances looked momentarily terrified, but she quickly regained her self-assurance and her cheerful smile to replace the fear on her face. She got up and strolled toward Spider. Unlike the guards, Spider’s mood did not improve as she approached him.

“It was very nice to meet you, Emily.” Frances disappeared into the house, closely followed by Spider.

Frances was wrong. Griff was wrong. They didn’t see what was under the surface. I knew what Cameron looked like to everyone else—cold, scary. I had unwillingly seen this side of him—this morning for example—and I didn’t like it either. But when the hard surface melted and Cameron reappeared, he was magnificent. It infuriated me that I couldn’t let anyone else in on this secret. They were all wrong.

By the time I made it back to the front of the house, Frances was rushing out with a paper bag in her hand.

“Take care of yourself, Emily,” she whispered intently as she passed by and speed walked to her car.

Spider followed her out and stood in the driveway until her Mercedes rushed out of sight. After a fierce look at me, he made his way toward the garage.

Griff was still standing by the tree line. I purposefully ignored him and smugly walked into the cool, air-conditioned house.

Rocco was slouched at the kitchen table with two empty frozen dinner cartons in front of him and a third one well on its way. I copied him and threw a frozen cardboard in the microwave.

Out of everything and everyone, Rocco being upset with me, even if it was for absolutely no reason, seemed the worst of all.

“I didn’t say anything to Cameron about your age. I didn’t even know that he was going to make you do this,” I told him while the microwave counted down.

“I know. I wasn’t mad at you. Not really anyway. I just really hate school,” he said and shoveled rubberized meat in his mouth.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s hard and too boring and it’s a waste of time. I don’t need school to work for Cameron.”

“Hmmm …” I thought out loud, “You know, you could use this to your advantage.” With his interest piqued, Rocco looked up and listened. I continued my train of thought. “You could tell Cameron that you’ll do the homework and get your GED if he takes you along when he goes to work.”

“Like blackmail?” he asked with hesitance.

“Call it a negotiation tactic.”

Rocco enthusiastically chewed over this and grinned to his ears.

“Negotiation tactic … I like it.”

“I’ll even help you do the homework, if you want. It’ll be easy, you’ll see. Before you know it, you’ll have your GED and won’t ever have to think about it again,” I proposed, to seal the deal.

Rocco gave me a heartwarming smile. “Thanks, Emmy.”

I peeled the lid off my steaming TV dinner and burned two fingers.

Rocco looked up questioningly. “Did you and Cameron have a fight or something?”

“Not really,” I said with a mouthful of burnt fingers. I wasn’t sure if Cameron thinking that I was a hopeless coward counted as us fighting. Then I wondered if Cameron has said something to his kid brother. “Why do you ask?”

Rocco shrugged. “He was in a really bad mood this morning. I haven’t seen him in a mood like that since you got here.”

“How was he before I got here?” I was all ears.

“I don’t know. Mad, I guess.” He then decided to pull back a bit to defend his brother. “I rarely saw him. He worked. All the time.”

“Doing what?”

“Beats me,” he muttered. “I never get to go along, remember?”

Rocco brought his empty cartons into the kitchen and sat back down at the table, watching me finish my cardboard meal and breathing loudly.

“I’m bored,” he finally admitted. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

I looked over at the forms that were still on the table where I had neatly stacked them earlier that morning. Rocco let his head fall back in despair as he understood my meaning.

“No time like the present,” I told him brightly. And, to annoy him a little bit more, I added, “We should probably get started on the laundry too … since we both lost at poker.” Technically, he had lost two seconds before me—but who was keeping track?

I thought Rocco was going to start crying after my last suggestion.

It had been a lovely afternoon of filling out forms, struggling over homework assignments and never-ending piles of laundry to wash and fold. We had barely made a dent in the laundry room when the clock neared dinnertime. Music thumped in the distance again.

By the time the troops started making their way downstairs for dinner, Rocco and I were finishing up a load of bath towels. He kept eying the kitchen doorway, antsy to show his big brother the work that he had done and commence the negotiation round.

Dinner came and went. Cameron never walked through the doorway. Disappointed, Rocco went to the couch. The two of us lounged in front of the TV for the rest of the night and eventually fell asleep on the couch. We were awoken at midnight when Cameron finally dragged himself in and pilfered through the kitchen cupboards.

Rocco waited impatiently for Cameron to make his way to the table and got up, picking up the work that he had strategically lain next to him. He dropped the papers on the table in front of Cameron. I smiled after him—his unfettered excitement made me excited for him.

Cameron sighed, his eyes small and lifeless. “Not tonight, Rocco.”