Page 110 of The Last Morgan

Corey stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. “You’re lucky to be breathing.”

Lucy crouched down until she was eye-level with him. The air between them turned electric.

“Tell me what you were doing at the bank. Tell me what was in that box.”

Jimmy tilted his head. “Isn’t it obvious? It doesn’t belong to you.”

“It was registered under my name.” Lucy Responded.

“Yeah. And a fake name can be written in ink and gold, sweetheart. That doesn’t make it real.”

Lucy’s jaw tightened. “Stop talking in riddles.”

Jimmy leaned in as far as his restraints would allow. “Why do you think he wanted it so badly?”

“Who?”

“You know who.”

She paused, visibly shaken—but only for a moment.

“My father?”

Jimmy laughed, cold and ragged. “Please. That man... he stole what was ours.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes. “You’re trying to confuse me.”

“I’m trying to wake you up.” He licked his lips. “Look, I’m not here to give you the full sermon. But you’re standing on a throne made of lies, and every truth you’ve ever believed is about tocrack. Lucy held her stare. “You’re reaching, Jimmy. Throwing mud, hoping something sticks.”

Jimmy’s gaze flickered. “You think your dad left you that box out of sentiment? You think it’s all just letters and heirlooms?”

“Shut up,” Corey snapped.

But Lucy raised a hand. “No. Let him dig his own grave.”

Jimmy grinned again, this one slower and darker. “You think I’m the monster, but I’m the messenger. The real monster... well, they’ve been in your house the whole time.”

Silence.

Lucy swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”

Jimmy leaned back, looking up at the ceiling with a haunted expression, suddenly he snapped his head toward her, eyes wild. “You think I don’t know what’s coming for me? They don’t leave loose ends.”

Corey stirred behind her, arms crossed tightly. “He’s unravelling.” he whispered.

“We were told to monitor you. To make sure you never got too close to the truth. Rebecca—She was about to expose that.”

Lucy’s face hardened. “That’s why you killed her.”

His eyes burned with something twisted. “She was about to betray us and the plan.”

“What plan?”

“I told you,” Jimmy shouted. “I don’t know all of it. We weren’t told much. Only this—if Lucy Morgan gets to it first, its over for us.”

She turned away, her breath shallow. Corey watched her carefully. “You okay?”

Lucy nodded. “How fucking hard did I hit the guy, he's making absolutely no sense.” Jimmy watched her turn and whispered just loud enough for her to hear, “Ask yourself this: if your father trusted you so much, why did he keep you in the dark?” “The dark about what?” Lucy shouted. Jimmy started laughing, it started growing louder.