“So what? Everybody who went through that damn school had trust funds.”
“And,” he said, “you have siblings. A brother and a sister.”
Yale glared at him. “And?”
“And,” he said, slowly reaching for the information seemingly buried in the recesses of his brain, “your brother is a mess. Didn’t he get into a spot of trouble a while back?”
“So? He’s the black sheep in the family. My sister is also a highly regarded doctor,” he said. “She’s the good side of the family. I didn’t go either way, just stayed there in the same place and did nothing.”
“Maybe. Or maybe not,” Simon said quietly. “It sounds to me like you’ve made a lot of decisions on the dark side that you’re trying to avoid getting caught up in.”
“I didn’t do anything,” he said.
“That remains to be seen.”
Just then, Yale’s phone rang. Swearing, but the gun never wavering, he pulled out his phone, looked down at it, and held it up to his ear, shaking his head. “Yes, we’re leaving,” Yale said into the phone. “Yes, I know. The cops were at your place. I’ll get to you in a few minutes.” With that, he hung up.
“And that just confirms it,” Simon said. “Because I already know the police were after the owner of that blue truck,” he said.
“So what? It’s got nothing to do with me,” he said.
“Were you the one who conveniently stole the vehicle the other night?”
His eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled. “You don’t know anything. You’re just fishing now.”
“All right, put away that damn gun,” Simon said, “and get the fuck out of here.”
“I’d get lost if I thought I could,” he said. “But the fact that you recognized the truck, that’s a problem.”
“Hardly,” Simon said, growing irritated. “I figured your good buddy, the owner of that blue truck, he was out looking for children.”
“That’s an awful lot of figuring you’re doing,” he said.
“It is,” he said. But, instead of taking a step back, he took a step forward.
“Stop right there,” Yale said. His phone rang again, so he looked down, then swore. “I told you that I’m on the way.… Right, I know. I know.” He put away his phone and said to Simon, “I need you to disappear.”
“I can do that,” Simon said readily.
“No,” he said, “like forever.”
Simon’s eyebrows shot up. “Why is that?”
“You really don’t know, do you?”
“I don’t know anything,” he said. “I think that’s pretty obvious by now.”
“That’s how you got into school, you know?”
“I got into that school on a scholarship,” he said.
“And because of your foster father,” he snapped.
At the wordsfoster father, Simon stared at him. “I don’t remember anything about my foster father.”
“That’s too bad,” he said, “because he was a wealthy man. I suspect your trust fund should have been equal to mine. But mine is dried up, after a series of bad business decisions. Wish I could pay the lawyers to handle them.”
“Go back to the part about my foster father for a moment,” Simon said, taking a step closer. “What the fuck are you talking about?”