car, what they found was
pretty disturbing. We’ve notified the police, and they’re handling it now.”
Addie blinked back tears. “What did they find?”
William squeezed her hand and exhaled. “Max. He’s dead, Addison.”
“Max? My dog? I don’t understand. None of this is making any
sense.”
William stared at the floor. “They found Max in your car. He was
killed and placed there. It wasn’t pretty. The problem is the garage you parked
in doesn’t have cameras and isn’t monitored. It’s possible that if you’d gone
back to your car you could’ve been attacked. Obviously, this is the work of
Hammons, and my guys are working with the police to prove it and have him
arrested.”
“Why is this happening? What am I supposed to tell the boys?
Addie sobbed.
“Is there any way that you and the boys can get away for a little
while, Mrs. Greyer? Until we get this figured out and get Hammons back in jail
where he belongs?” Carl interjected.
“I . . . I don’t know. I guess. I mean . . . I was going to leave
them with my mother-in-law this weekend and go away with their dad. How long do
we need to stay gone? They have school, and I have work.”
William choked. “You’re fucking joking, right?”
Addie wiped her eyes and glared at her shoes.
“This just gets better and better.” William shouted as he threw
up his hands and stormed into the kitchen. “Can you believe this shit? She was
going to really going to go away with him. ”
Carl took William’s spot next to Addie on the sofa. “Mrs. Greyer,
can you get away this week? I know it might be difficult, but it would really be
for the best.”
“I don’t understand why he’s doing this. Why me?” Addie cried,
searching Carl’s eyes.
“We’re going to get him, Mrs. Greyer. I promise you that.” Carl
replied gently, handing her a tissue.
Addie stood and smoothed her skirt. “It’s time to go. I need to
see my children.”
She left the apartment and then quickly skipped town, without
saying goodbye. And while she never said it directly, William knew she blamed
him for what had happened. Hell, he even blamed him, which made him all
the more determined to fix the problem.
Penny Greyer was beginning to wonder why she had ever
decided to help Scott Hammons in the first place. Sure, she despised Addison
and wanted her out of the picture, but she was the mother of her
grandchildren, and Penny worried that maybe Scott Hammons had misread her
intentions. Not only that but Penny believed he was taking advantage of her.
For starters, he hadn’t offered up one shred of evidence that Addie was up to
no good. He said that he’d provide proof, but so far Penny had been the only
one doing the providing.
Penny knew Addie was messing around with that Hartman guy again. Why
else would he be providing her round-the-clock security? She just didn’t
know how to get all of this through her son’s thick skull. She only wanted what
was best for her child, which is all any mother wants, really. And
unfortunately, yes, she had gone to greater lengths than most probably would
have to get her point across, but what else was she to do. She’d always told
Patrick he needed to marry his ex, and she’d been right. Penny didn’t
understand what was so wrong with arranged marriages. She had it all
planned out between him and Sophie, and she knew they cared for one
another—until that damned Addison entered the picture, that is. No one understood
why Penny disliked Addison so much, but what those people didn’t understand was
having a dream for their child. Hell, Addison hadn’t only destroyed the dream
that Penny had but she had cost Penny her best friend. When Patrick dumped
Sophie and broke her heart, of course Penny’s best friend had sided with her
daughter without so much as a second thought. So, yes, maybe her hatred of her
daughter-in-law was a little extreme, but then again, when you’re right about
someone or something, you just are. The way
pretty disturbing. We’ve notified the police, and they’re handling it now.”
Addie blinked back tears. “What did they find?”
William squeezed her hand and exhaled. “Max. He’s dead, Addison.”
“Max? My dog? I don’t understand. None of this is making any
sense.”
William stared at the floor. “They found Max in your car. He was
killed and placed there. It wasn’t pretty. The problem is the garage you parked
in doesn’t have cameras and isn’t monitored. It’s possible that if you’d gone
back to your car you could’ve been attacked. Obviously, this is the work of
Hammons, and my guys are working with the police to prove it and have him
arrested.”
“Why is this happening? What am I supposed to tell the boys?
Addie sobbed.
“Is there any way that you and the boys can get away for a little
while, Mrs. Greyer? Until we get this figured out and get Hammons back in jail
where he belongs?” Carl interjected.
“I . . . I don’t know. I guess. I mean . . . I was going to leave
them with my mother-in-law this weekend and go away with their dad. How long do
we need to stay gone? They have school, and I have work.”
William choked. “You’re fucking joking, right?”
Addie wiped her eyes and glared at her shoes.
“This just gets better and better.” William shouted as he threw
up his hands and stormed into the kitchen. “Can you believe this shit? She was
going to really going to go away with him. ”
Carl took William’s spot next to Addie on the sofa. “Mrs. Greyer,
can you get away this week? I know it might be difficult, but it would really be
for the best.”
“I don’t understand why he’s doing this. Why me?” Addie cried,
searching Carl’s eyes.
“We’re going to get him, Mrs. Greyer. I promise you that.” Carl
replied gently, handing her a tissue.
Addie stood and smoothed her skirt. “It’s time to go. I need to
see my children.”
She left the apartment and then quickly skipped town, without
saying goodbye. And while she never said it directly, William knew she blamed
him for what had happened. Hell, he even blamed him, which made him all
the more determined to fix the problem.
Penny Greyer was beginning to wonder why she had ever
decided to help Scott Hammons in the first place. Sure, she despised Addison
and wanted her out of the picture, but she was the mother of her
grandchildren, and Penny worried that maybe Scott Hammons had misread her
intentions. Not only that but Penny believed he was taking advantage of her.
For starters, he hadn’t offered up one shred of evidence that Addie was up to
no good. He said that he’d provide proof, but so far Penny had been the only
one doing the providing.
Penny knew Addie was messing around with that Hartman guy again. Why
else would he be providing her round-the-clock security? She just didn’t
know how to get all of this through her son’s thick skull. She only wanted what
was best for her child, which is all any mother wants, really. And
unfortunately, yes, she had gone to greater lengths than most probably would
have to get her point across, but what else was she to do. She’d always told
Patrick he needed to marry his ex, and she’d been right. Penny didn’t
understand what was so wrong with arranged marriages. She had it all
planned out between him and Sophie, and she knew they cared for one
another—until that damned Addison entered the picture, that is. No one understood
why Penny disliked Addison so much, but what those people didn’t understand was
having a dream for their child. Hell, Addison hadn’t only destroyed the dream
that Penny had but she had cost Penny her best friend. When Patrick dumped
Sophie and broke her heart, of course Penny’s best friend had sided with her
daughter without so much as a second thought. So, yes, maybe her hatred of her
daughter-in-law was a little extreme, but then again, when you’re right about
someone or something, you just are. The way
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