"We"ll put that on the long list of things that would be best for me. Right below having a different family and moving to another state."
"Why don"t you?"
"You"re all full of questions, today, Wilson." I narrow my eyes at him. "Why?"
"Good for you to get this s.h.i.+t out now, realize it"s all there on the tip of your tongue."
I stare at him. "You"re doing this so I don"t say it to the reporter."
He blushes, which is weird. The more I learn about Wilson, the more I"m using that word. "She"s going to be a pro at pulling this s.h.i.+t out of you. That level of honesty would sell a lot of magazines. So when she gets here...you need to know where you might go, so you can not go there."
"You"re evil." I take a deep breath. "Okay. I won"t get tripped into talking about why I still live in Was.h.i.+ngton."
"What about dating?"
"I date. I"m young. I"m not looking for anything serious."
"Good. Career plans?"
"I love the non-profit sector, and consider it a real honor to work hands-on with people who are working hard to get ahead in the shadow of all this wealth and power."
"Great."
He takes me through ten more questions before the reporter arrives, then excuses himself to the kitchen to give us privacy. Ha. Like he can"t hear everything from ten feet away.
She introduces herself and tells me to call her Leanne. I make the same request for her to call me Hailey and she sets a voice recorder next to the tea.
She starts with easy questions, letting me orient her to my life.
When she finally asks about Taylor, I spill my guts about going in different directions in high school, and slide in honest praise for my sister"s creativity and social prowess. I talk about my little sister and my brother, too, all approved talking points, and the whole time she nods and smiles. On the more dangerous points, I keep to the canned answers, and after a few runs at me from different directions, she gives up trying to get more.
After an hour, I"m pretty sure we"re done. Wilson moves closer, and I think he"s going to shut her down when she leans forward. I can hear the s.h.i.+ft in her voice, and it scares me, because I don"t know where she"s going with what she asks me next.
"Did your father ever s.e.xually abuse you, Hailey?"
I gape at her, speechless. No. I hate my father. He"s an a.s.shole, and now that I"m an adult, I"ve come to understand him as a sleaze. But if he"d ever touched me inappropriately, I"d have...G.o.d. I can"t even imagine what I"d have done. Stabbed him in his sleep, probably.
Wilson joins me on the couch, but he doesn"t stop the interview. "Are you okay?" he asks quietly.
I nod. "No, my father didn"t abuse me." I say the words slowly, staring at the reporter. "Really, he didn"t. Why are you asking me that?"
I want to know if Alison said something in her interview. I can"t remember if that"s happened yet. I can"t think clearly about anything, actually, and all of a sudden I want both the reporter and Wilson out of my apartment.
I want to call Cole. And then I want to call my sister and make sure everything is okay.
Because even though my father never touched me, a cold realization slithers through my gut that I can"t entirely rule out that he didn"t touch one of my sisters. I can"t say he"s not capable of that.
"Do you know Gerome Lively?"
I shake my head. Beside me, Wilson doesn"t move-and that"s a big tell, because he"s actually a pretty twitchy guy. Constantly in motion, even as he"s hunkered down behind a computer. His head bobs and his fingers tap. But right now, he"s an ice giant.
"Have you ever been to a private resort in the Bahamas?"
I turn to Wilson and silently ask him with my eyes if I can answer that.
"Have you?" he mutters, his brows drawn tight.
"No." My mind is racing as I turn back to the reporter. "What is this about?"
"Something that has come up in the course of my interviews. Gerome Lively-" Leanne glances at Wilson, and I follow her gaze. His face is an unreadable mask. "He"s a British financier with property around the world. Your father has visited his compound in the Bahamas many times over the last ten years."
Memories flash. My parents fighting when my father returned from a business trip. My mother, half in the bag, tossing words at him that shocked and scared me, so I shoved them out of my head until now. "I"ve never traveled with my father out of the country."
"Have your sisters?"
"No." The denial comes fast. I don"t actually know if it"s true about Taylor, but I"m certain Alison"s never gone to the Caribbean with him. My mother prefers Hawaii and Europe, and both of my parents prefer not to take children on their separate vacations. We"re inconvenient. My stomach turns at the new implications of that long-accepted reality.
Did my father just have a general disdain for us all, or did he actively hide a gross part of his life from his family for all this time?
I want to throw up. Instead, I smile, not giving a f.u.c.k if it reaches my eyes. It doesn"t.
Leanne pauses before lifting the recorder and turning it off. "If you think of something along those lines...please get in touch with me."
"I will." I say it automatically, being polite to the person who"s just quietly blown apart my world. I should be used to having the unthinkable dropped in my lap. I"m not. And I won"t contact her again, no matter what. But I lie and promise I will because it"s the right thing to say.
After she leaves, I shove Wilson"s knitting project back into his hands and tidy up the mugs, then go to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. When I come back, he"s added two inches of perfect rows to his scarf. Interesting.
"You"ve gotten quite good at that all of a sudden. Who is Gerome Lively?"
"You heard her. He"s one of the richest men in the world." The needles clicked and his fingers flashed as he whipped through one last row before casting off as I stared at him. "Here you go. A present."
I scowl at the knitted square. "She wasn"t asking about a society puff piece. Who is he and what does my father have to do with him?"
"Your father is also one of the richest men in the world."
"And?"
"And they"re both dangerous. Kinky as f.u.c.k, and not in the good way." He shoves himself up to stand. "I shouldn"t be the one to tell you about this."
"I"m not sure anyone else will." Cold, slimy revulsion squirms through my gut. "Like, more of what my father did last year?"
"Probably."
"And you guys help them?" My voice is fluttery, full of panic and disgust.
"No. No! What happened six months ago...that was a..." He clenches his jaw and presses his lips together. "I can"t tell you anything about that, but no, we"re not on the same side of anything as Gerome Lively. He"s a vile human being."
"And my father vacations with him."
"No good comes from you asking more about that."
"Do you know more?"
He doesn"t answer, and my blood boils.
"Does Cole know more about that?"
I want to hear no. Instead, he doesn"t say anything. "Fine. Be difficult. But be difficult somewhere else, we"re done with this nonsense. I"m going back to my regular life now."
He makes a reluctant face and tucks his computer away in his bag. "Are you okay?"
I think about lying, but he already knows the truth. "No. I need to talk to my younger sister."
"Do you want her to come here?"
I nod.
"I"ll go and get her."
"Seriously, Wilson, you can go back to whatever work you"re doing. This is..." The usual Reid bulls.h.i.+t. "This is beyond the scope of whatever it is you guys are doing to rescue Taylor"s reputation."
He frowns at me. "Cole"s not going to like that."
"Well, bully for him. This is my personal life, and until it hits the pages of a magazine, I"d like to keep it that way. Personal. Private. Family only." It"s kind of a ridiculous thing to say to a hacker. I"m sure Wilson knows all sorts of things about me that I don"t even know myself.
He just shrugs, like that"s my fight to wage with Cole.
Maybe it is.
Bring it on.
-eight-.
Cole.
Wilson knows something he doesn"t want me to know.
He doesn"t have a lot of tells, but this is one that he hasn"t been able to shake-dropping into stealth mode. I"m pacing in the conference room, waiting for him to return, and he slips right past me. I don"t see him come in. But I do hear his computer power up in his office.
"What"s wrong?" I ask as I stride into his office.
He doesn"t look up. "Hang on."
"No. You knew I was waiting and you snuck past me like a ninja. Obviously the interview didn"t go off without a hitch. Spill."
"Wow. You used your keen observational skills to deduce that I was in my office. Lights on, door open." He punches in his pa.s.sword, then starts scrolling through a blur of files on his desktop. "We need to talk, I just need to find some information first." He glances up and blinks at the expression on my face. Then he throws me a bone. "Hailey is fine."
"I wasn"t-" I cut myself off. "Shut up. You"re not Dr. Ruth."
He frowns. "She"s a s.e.x therapist, not a relations.h.i.+p expert. You meant-"
"Again, shut up. What do we need to talk about?"
He pulls out his phone and texts someone. Jason or Tag, presumably. "Gerome Lively."
f.u.c.k. I knew this was there, in the background. Eventually, Morgan Reid"s friends.h.i.+p with Lively would bite him in the a.s.s, as it should, because they"re both twisted f.u.c.ks. But not yet. "How?"
He grabs his tablet and brushes past me. He talks as we walk to the conference room, and by the time the big screen lights up, I"m fuming.
"So, yeah. Vanity Fair is digging into him. She didn"t say either way, but I"m sure they"re going to talk to the Feds, so Jason needs to talk to his guy. Find out where this puts Reid and the others we"re watching here."
"It could take years to unfold. f.u.c.k. I mean, this could be the break we need, but PRISM isn"t going to be happy if someone shows their hand too soon and he manages to cover his a.s.s."
With the flick of a finger, Wilson throws ten pictures of teenage girls on the screen. He doesn"t need to explain them to me. All missing. All flew out of the country on business cla.s.s tickets to various points on the globe and then bounced out of sight.
It"s a case we"ve been working for nine months. It"s why I took Morgan Reid"s case. I need him to lead me to Lively.
Nothing else matters.
Nothing else mattered.
I"m not giving up on the mission because of Hailey, but I can"t pretend my loyalty isn"t divided.
It"s divided as f.u.c.k. And if push comes to shove, she wins.
I"m not even sure she likes me, unless I"m naked in her bed, and she still wins. She"ll always win, because the only thing I"ve truly believed in in years, is her G.o.dd.a.m.n earnestness. Her righteous indignation over the shades of gray that rule my world and how she doesn"t hesitate to tell me I"m full of s.h.i.+t.
She"s fearless. I keep thinking of her as innocent, but only in spirit-pure, good. Lightness and grace. She"s not innocent of the evils in this world-even less so today, apparently-but she still believes that"s an aberration, an other, in a world of order and justice and common decency.
Hardly.
I know better than anyone how that darkness lurks under the skin of so-called good men and women everywhere. And when those people have power, it"s my job to take that knowledge and use it when necessary. h.o.a.rd it when it"s not.
"It"ll be good for them if this cracks now." Wilson says it quietly, but there"s an edge to his voice.
I glare at him. "What does that mean?" I know full well he means the girls. I want him to have the f.u.c.king b.a.l.l.s to say that to my face, because I would never choose to keep them in peril if I had choice in the matter.
It turns out the edge is something else. "This isn"t convenient timing for you."
"That"s bulls.h.i.+t," I grind out. "And if you think for a second Hailey would want me to avoid dealing with this, you underestimate us both." I flick my gaze away from him and look back at the screen. "It"s only bad if he scuttles under a rock."
Wilson pauses before changing the subject slightly. "That new bug you put on Morgan Reid"s cell phone is giving us some information."