Page 31 of Frankie and the Fed

But Ryan’s right. I need to get back to business. Getting laid will give me some interest in life. The fun I’m missing.

“Okay, let’s get to the point,” Ryan says, interrupting my train of thought. “Today, I received an official letter from the police in San Francisco that they’re closing the case.” He smiles. “There’s no evidence that the death was caused by anything other than an unfortunate accident.”

I allow myself to smile. It’s a relief to know Ayala is finally free. And me too. My business took a hit when the whole story came out. Being a suspect in a murder case, even if no indictment had been filed, isn’t good for business. I’m glad that part will finally be behind me.

I wonder if she received the news as well. I wonder if she was as happy as I am. If she was worried or didn’t care. I wonder if she thinks about me.

“Earth to Ethan.”

Fuck, I didn’t listen again.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re not focused.”

“I have a lot on my mind, Ryan. Leave me alone,” I mutter. “What else do you want?”

We sit for a few minutes and discuss updates on some burning legal issues, yet, I struggle to stay focused. When we finish, I feel nothing but relief.

I’d pour a glass of whiskey right now, but I know Ryan wouldn’t take it well. Not after what I’ve put him through these past few months, so I hold off.

* * *

I stare at myself in the rearview mirror and try to straighten my bow tie. Why the hell did I agree to come to this event?

I put on a fake smile and go inside. My first appearance at a public fundraiser since the “event,” and it turns out that the interest has not died down. The photographers chase me, snap pictures, and ask for a response.

I just keep the smile plastered on my face and keep walking. Publicity is always good.

“Maya, you look great,” I say, greeting my friends, who approach me near the entrance. Her belly is huge. When’s her due date again? I don’t remember, but it seems like any moment.

“I know, I look like an elephant. But thanks for lying to me.” She gives me a dazzling smile, happiness reflected in her eyes as she turns to Ryan. That lucky son of a bitch. I take her arm and lead her inside.

This is the first time in a while that I’ve gone to an event alone, and the rumors have spread their wings. People are whispering about me, thinking I can’t hear them.

It doesn’t bother me, though. I don’t care what people think of me. I glance around, looking for someone who seems interesting. It’s time to break the dry spell. Many eyes are on me. This is going to be easier than I expected.

Shit. My parents.

I take a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, and Ryan gives me a scolding look.

“I’m fine.” I glare back. I wasn’t planning on drowning myself today, but I need some alcohol to survive this evening if my parents are here.

I see how my mother’s gaze locates me in the crowd. She walks toward me.

Ryan follows my gaze, grabs Maya, and they walk away, leaving me alone in the lion’s den.

“Ethan.” My mother’s voice is soft.

“Mom.” I tilt my head and sip the champagne. Too bad it’s not whiskey.

“Ethan, it’s been months.” I see the tears in her eyes. “You got hurt, and you didn’t even let me come visit.” She reaches for my arm, and I take a step back. Pain flashes in her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. Fine.” I’m not in a cooperative mood.

“You’re our son. Please don’t cut us off. I want to know what’s going on with you. We love you.”

“You might, but Dad is another story.” I turn my gaze to him, standing a few steps behind her, keeping a safe distance. Maybe he’s worried I’ll cause a scene.

“No. He just worries about you, like me. Will you come to dinner? So we can talk?”