Page 108 of The Saviors: Part Two

“You know if Charlie had connections with Grant, then he had them with your dad too, right? And your dad is still alive.”

I look over at Ghost. “You think I should go see him?”

“I thinkweshould go and ask some questions. It also gives you a chance to show him the man you’ve become without him. There’s no better feeling in the world than proving them wrong when they used to tell us we were useless.”

“I need to think about it.”

“Sleep on it. We can’t go until tomorrow anyway. Talk it over with your family.”

I sit back in my chair with a sigh, and we sip our beer in silence. Nights like this make me remember all the shit we used to get up to. Stealing booze from Grant’s study, breaking into houses just because we could, all the shit we used to talk about finally getting out, and trying our best to protect Gemma and Gavin. It fucking sucked when we found out Gemma was the one playing Ghost, but he at least still has Gavin.

“How’s Gemma?”

“I haven’t been to see her, but Bridget goes with Caden sometimes.”

“You aren’t curious?”

“No. I don’t want to see her locked up in that place. I want to remember her as the little blonde girl with the pigtails that used to follow us around. I talk to the doctors, though. They say she’s doing better.”

“Will you ever give her another chance?”

“Maybe someday, but not anytime soon. She hurt Bridget, and that’s not something that I can just let go.”

“Even though Bridget forgave her?”

Ghost chuckles. “Bridget has a bigger heart than I do. Believe me, I’ve had the speech from her that Grant brainwashed Gemma. I get that, but it doesn’t change anything for me.”

“Has Gavin seen her?”

“He went once and said he’d never go back. Something happened that day, and he’ll never talk about it.” Ghost slaps me on the back and stands up. “Think about what I said, and we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

* * *

I didn’t sleepfor shit because I knew what I needed to do. I wake Ghost up early, and we head to the prison in Rose Hills. I know he has some information, and at this point, we need all we can get.

The prison gates come into view, and as Ghost drives through, a sick feeling settles in my stomach. I haven’t seen this man since he wouldn’t bail me out of jail, and I’ve never wanted to. Ghost pulls into a parking spot and turns to look at me.

“You need to get everything off your chest, trust me. He probably won’t listen, but it helps when you are trying to let go of the past.”

I jerk a nod and shove the car door open before I can change my mind. I walk into the office area and go straight to the guard behind the desk.

“I’m here to see Matthew Landor.”

“And you are?”

I grit my teeth. “His son.” I hand over my ID, the real one that I haven’t used in years.

“He’s been asking for you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m here now,” I reply and take the guest badge, clipping it to my shirt. She buzzes the door, and I follow another guard down a long hallway. He sits me at a table in a room where prisoners meet with family. I don’t have to wait long until they’re bringing my dad in with handcuffs that are shackled to his feet. They cuff him to the table, and the guard leans against the wall. I take a second to look at him. He looks way older than he is, with his hair completely gray now. His skin has an unusual yellow tone to it that he didn’t have before. I guess prison really fucking sucks for him. Good.

“It’s nice to see you, son.”

“I wish I could say the same. I just came because I have some questions. What do you know about Charlie Norris?”

His eyes shoot to the guard and then back to me. “Nothing.”

“Come on. You’re already serving consecutive life sentences. What are they going to do to you now?”