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Chapter Forty-Six

It wasabout nine when we got home last night. We dropped the girls off and made sure they were okay and then went home. Logan has an early shift today. I feel for him. He didn’t get much sleep over the last few days. Neither did I, but I insisted on driving all the way back home, so he could nap in the back seat.

Dinner at the farm was good but awkward. I give Serena and David a lot of credit for giving the girls and us the space we needed. I know my father would not have given a flying fuck about hurting my feelings and demanding to know what was happening. Either that or he’d ignore us completely. Concern for his children was not something he prioritized.

It’s nearly noon now. I asked River to text me when she wakes up. This is graduation week and there are no classes. They’ve finished their finals. The girls don’t have to worry about moving out of campus housing since they have their own place. I have to go in and finalize a couple of things, get books and so on. If River is up, maybe she’ll go with me. I sit up to grab my phone from the night table and see if any messages came in when it rings in my hand. Logan.

“Hey.”

“They got him,” Logan says.

“For real?”

“Yes. Between the drugs they found in his pocket, the videos, and Skye’s testimony , along with ours, the judge denied bail.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“That means he stays in jail until either a trial date is set or the charges are dropped and we have too much evidence for him to get the charges dropped. They’re comparing the drugs they found on him to the toxicology test done on the girls who came forward right away. We’re sure they will be a match. We’re also reaching out to the girls who reported their rapes and showing them his picture to see if they can identify him as being in the same place they were. If any of them recognizes Jon, it ties him to a crime scene.”

“Holy shit!”

“It’s happening, little brother.”

I run my fingers through my too long hair and drop back on the bed, not even bothered by the little brother comment. “I can’t believe it.”

“Believe it. We have enough evidence to put him away for a while. But now, the lawyer games begin.”

“Did you tell the girls yet?”

“Not yet, I’ll call them now. Wanted to let you know first.”

“Thanks, Bro.”

“No, thank you. It was your idea.”

* * *

Ten minuteslater my phone rings again. It’s River this time.

“Can you believe it?” she asks even before I have a chance to say hello.

“It’s great news. Logan is confident he’ll get some jail time.”

“Thank you. Thank you for doing this, for having my six and giving me my life back.”

I smile at her use of the military term. “I’ll always have your six. But I also want your twelve, your three, your nine . . .”

She groans and I don’t have to see her to know she’s rolling her eyes.