I’m numb as I walk toward the office.
My heart has shut down. My head is switched off. I can’t think. I just have to do this. For Raide, for me, for everything I’ve worked for. I step through the giant double doors and walk straight into Don’s office. He’s back and working on something, head buried in his laptop. When he hears his door, he lifts his head and studies me. “Grace, is everything okay?”
I toss a piece of paper on his desk. “His address. I can’t bring him in on my own; he’s a big man. You’ll find him there.”
He studies me, really studies me. “You look like you’ve had your heart ripped out. Are you sure everything is okay?”
“Yeah.”
He narrows his eyes. “It’s hard to get an address—how’d you get it?”
I slept with him, and it was the best night of my life. “I … Does it matter?”
He studies me further. There are not a lot of rules as far as how we get things, and mostly, Don doesn’t ask. “No,” he finally says.
“Good.”
I turn and walk out. I pass Vance, who calls out my name. I pass Julio, who glares at me. I don’t see them. I walk out of the building and get into my car. I drive numbly to my parents’ house, and when I arrive, I walk straight up the front steps into the home I grew up in. I need my dad. I just need him to tell me I’ve done the right thing. That this will get easier. That it’s part of the job. That the hurt I’m feeling isn’t real. That Raide is going to be okay and I did the best thing I could for him.
“Grace, what are you doing here?” my mom asks when I step inside.
She’s at the table with Gretchen and two friends of hers from the beauty pageant committee. I’d usually snort and throw some smart remark at them, but I don’t have the patience or the effort today. “Where’s Dad?”
“He’s out—he won’t be long.”
“Where have you been?” Gretchen frowns, running her eyes over me.
I know I look like shit. My makeup is probably running, my hair is a mess, and I’m barefoot because I couldn’t be bothered putting my heels on.
I shoot Gretchen a glare. “I’ve been working.”
“Only person I know who works in a short dress,” Gretchen smirks, and the ladies at the table all giggle.
Woman that giggle, I just decided, piss me off.
“Maybe I was getting some while I was at it,” I deadpan.
“Grace!” my mom cries. “Don’t be so crude. These ladies don’t need to hear such filth. I’m ashamed to call you my daughter sometimes.”
“Yeah, don’t I know it,” I bark.
“These ladies are important—you watch your mouth,” she warns.
“Is this your other daughter?” one of the ladies asks with disgust.
“Yes,” my mother mutters. “Sadly.”
It’s like a blow to the chest.
“I don’t even know how we came from the same place,” Gretchen mutters. “You are just so … plain.”
That’s it. I’m done. I lunge at Gretchen. I’m quick. I’m strong and I’ve had training. Because of this, I catch her hair and tug her head back so hard, she screams, and then I get in her face. “I might not be a beauty queen, I might not feel the need to wedge a giant stick up my ass like you, and I might not be as fucking perfect as you, Gretchen, but I am a goddamned person, and I am tired of your insults.”
“Let her go!” my mother shrieks.
Gretchen’s face is bright red and she’s squirming in her chair, screaming loudly.
I tug her head hard again, but a hard arm wraps around my waist, hauling me backwards. “Enough, baby,” my dad says into my ear.
“I’m tired of them!” I yell. “I’m still your daughter,” I spit to my mother. “I’m still your sister,” I spit to Gretchen. “How dare you treat me so badly because I’m not who you want me to be!”
“Make her stop, Daddy!” Gretchen squeals at my father. “She pulled my hair out. Oh my God, my hair.”
When my dad speaks, his voice is like a whip. It’s a tone I’ve never heard him use with them. “I love you all, you’re my family, but if I ever have to listen to you taunt Gracie like that again, so help me God, I’ll drop you all on your skinny, pretty asses and leave you with fucking nothing!” He’s roaring now. “Because if it wasn’t for me, you’d have no beauty queen lifestyle.” Then he turns his gaze to my mother. “You should be ashamed of yourself. I’ve never been embarrassed to call you my wife until right now.”
Her mouth drops open and her bottom lip quivers as Dad turns us both and practically carries me out the front door. He takes me to his car and guides me to the front seat, and I don’t dare protest. He gets into the driver’s side and takes off with the squealing of wheels. His fingers are tight around the steering wheel and his jaw is ticking. My dad is a big, scary man when he wants to be.
“Dad?” I whisper.
He says nothing, his eyes are intense, and he’s angry. I know he’s angry.
“Daddy?” I try again.
“Didn’t know, I didn’t —”
“Dad—”
“I didn’t know she spoke to you like that. I knew what they were, but I never … I never knew it was like that.”
“It’s not your fault,” I whisper.
“Like fuck it isn’t!” he barks.
I flinch. Dad doesn’t swear. He doesn’t yell. He’s always so calm.
“Dad,” I try again.
He pulls the car over into a deserted parking lot and turns to me, he reaches over, taking my face in his hands. “I’m sorry, Grace. I didn’t know she was so … cold.”
I know he didn’t know, because he’s usually hiding in his shed when I’m in the house with them, and usually they keep their comments mild around him. Today, Mom thought he wasn’t there. So she let rip.
“It was just because her friends were there—it’s okay.”
“Okay?” he says, letting his eyes scan my face. “Gracie, it’s never okay to speak to your own child the way she just did.”
“Dad, please,” I say, and my voice hitches.
He narrows his eyes. “Fuck.”
“Stop swearing, it’s not like you.”
“Fuck,” he repeats as if he didn’t hear me. “They’ve screwed with your head, haven’t they?”
God, he looks so pained. So guilty.
“No, I just had a bad day.”
He narrows his eyes. “Damned bad, by the look in your eyes.”
I nod and my bottom lip trembles.
“Jesus, princess.”
He pulls me into his arms and I burst into a fit of uncontrollable tears. It doesn’t matter how old you get, there’s always a time you need your dad. I cling to him, fingers curled into his shirt, and I cry until my body is doing nothing more than jerking silently.
He pulls me back and stares at my face, his eyes now soft, all the anger gone. “What happened?”
I swallow. I can’t tell him. He’d never understand.
“Gracie, you know you can tell me anything.”
I look down. “It’s just been a bad week.”
“You’re lying to me, honey.”
Dad. He knows everything.
“Please,” I say. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just needed … someone.”
He nods. “Understand that.”
I force a broken smile.
His phone rings. He stares down at it, and I can see my mother’s name flashing on the screen. He looks pained, because I know he cares about her, and what he just saw ripped his heart out.
“Answer it,” I say softly. “You know she didn’t mean it, Dad. She … she’s trying to be something I don’t think she is, either.”
He stares at the phone, I’m not even sure he heard me. He hangs up the call without answering. He’s hurt. “I don’t care if it’s not who she is, she’s your mother, Grace.”
“Yeah.”
“She’s always favored the other two girls. Always treated you differently.”
“Dad,” I say softly. “You’ve always favored me. It’s not really all that different.”
He stares up at me now. “Maybe, but I’d never, ever disrespect those girls.”
No, he wouldn’t.
My phone rings now, and I pull it out of my purse to see my mother’s name flashing on the screen. I contemplate answering it. I look over to Dad, and his face is hard again. I hang up, too, and shove the cell phone back into my purse. “Let’s go have a beer.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “A beer?”
“Yeah, a beer.”
He grins, and I feel some of the stress leave my body. “Okay, honey.”
Beer fixes everything.
* * *
I’ve had three beers with Dad when my phone rings again. I stare down at the screen to see Don’s name. Oh God, it must be over. They must have caught Raide and brought him in. Something angry twists in my chest as I lift the phone and press it to my ear. “Hey, Don.”
“Grace, just letting you know we haven’t gotten Raide Knox.”
I flinch. “What do you mean, you haven’t gotten him?”
From the corner of my eye, I can see Dad watching me.
“That wasn’t his house. It wasn’t even the house of someone he knew. He scoped the place out, saw the owners went away, and broke in. He’s been squatting there.”
Squatting? Oh my God.
“When we arrived, it was perfectly clean. Not a trace of him. He must have suspected you.”
He didn’t. I know he didn’t.
I broke everything off for fucking nothing. I ripped my own heart out, and his, for fucking nothing.
“You’re sure it didn’t belong to a friend of his?” I whisper.
“Positive. The owners had no idea who he was when we contacted them.”
“God dammit.”
“It’s not your fault, Grace,” he says gently. “It happens. A lot.”
“Now what?”
“You’ve still got a month. Take it. He won’t have gone far. Raide is here for a reason, and he won’t leave until he’s got whatever it is he’s looking for.”
His sister’s boyfriend. That’s what he’s looking for. And stupid me thought I could protect him from himself.
“And you want me back on it?”
“Of course. You didn’t screw up. Like I said, it happens. You’re doing a great job, giving detailed reports.”
I’m not doing a great job.
“Do you still want the job?” he asks.
I close my eyes. Do I still want the job? Do I want the chance to see Raide again? My heart is aching, I don’t even know why. It’s something I’ve never experienced before. Raide has affected me. He’s made everything blurry. But he’s also still out there, and maybe … maybe I can help him. He’s innocent, I believe that. Maybe this time, I can help him and fix this before anything bad happens.
“Yes,” I say quietly.
“Good. You did well, Grace. Don’t be disheartened.”
“Thanks.”
“Listen, take a few days off, start fresh when you get back. You deserve it. Talk to you later.”
It’s an order; I know it is, so he doesn’t give me the chance to answer before he hangs up the phone. I’m not hurt by this, I could use a few days off. I sigh and hang my head. Dad reaches over, squeezing my shoulder. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just a case gone slightly bad. I’m on it.”
“Gracie—”
“It’s okay, Dad, really.”
I’m such a liar.
Nothing is okay.