Chapters (52)
- Cover
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- About the Author
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
- J A D E
- J A D E
- C A M
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
- J A D E
- J A D E
- S E B A S T I A N
- C A M
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
- J A D E
- J A D E
- C A M
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
- J A D E
- S E B A S T I A N
- C A M
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
- J A D E
- J A D E
- C A M
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
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- J A D E
- J A D E
- J A D E
- C A M
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
- J A D E
- J A D E
- S E B A S T I A N
- J A D E
- C A M
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
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- J A D E
- J A D E
- C A M
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
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- J A D E
- S E B A S T I A N
- T H E I N T E R V I E W
- A C K N O W L E D G M E N T S
- Stranger in the Lake
Sebastian’s brows shift into a sharp V. “You don’t think I’ve tried everything? I’ve written letters, I’ve filed a million appeals, I even showed up at Channel 7 and begged that reporter Juanita Moore to do one of those investigative deep dives. She said the story wasn’t ‘fresh’ enough to be interesting to the public. I’m out of options. This right here is the very last one, and I’m prepared to see it to the end in order to save my baby girl. You’d do the same if you were in my position.”
I look at Beatrix, then think of Baxter across the street, and my eyes water. I’d tear my lungs out for them, rip out my still-beating heart. “You’re right. I would. In a heartbeat.”
“So get in the chair.”
I shake my head, planting myself deeper into the one next to Beatrix. “Let me help. Let me call Gordon. Maybe he can help you and Gigi.”
My offer straightens his spine with anger, with indignation. “It’s too late! This isn’t some silly story where you can slap on a happy ending. This is my life, and you can’t even imagine the shit I have to go through. Have you ever stuck your card in an ATM and have it not spit out cash?”
Not since college, I think dully, but it seems like an answer I shouldn’t admit out loud.
I think about where he left the gun, on the table to my right, but there’s no way I could get there first. Not with Beatrix in the way, with Sebastian’s body parked a good three feet closer. Better to keep quiet and wait.
Sebastian’s scowl says he knows the answer. “That’s what I thought. So you keep on living your American dream up here in country club fairy-tale land, but enjoy it while it lasts because life can turn on a dime. Believe me when I say there’s no safety net to catch you when you fall. For people like me, life is not something to enjoy but to survive. Your American dream is my nightmare.”
“It’s true, I can’t possibly understand what you’re going through, and I can’t be your safety net, but I can help you get one. Think what you want about Cam and me, but we have influence. People listen to us. If we call up the news stations and make a stink about what is happening to you and your daughter, we can change your situation. We can start a GoFundMe and make sure everyone who comes through the restaurants knows about it. We can help.”