lace up my sneakers.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I don’t want to leave you like this. You just found out a lot of information. I don’t want you to do anything crazy and get yourself in trouble,” she replies while dumping the last of the mess in the trash.
“Then I guess you’re coming along.” I give her one last look before heading for the door. She can choose to follow or not. It’s her call.
***
“You can’t be serious,” Kara says as we pull up to the Dugan’s Maryland home. It’s a palatial estate sitting on eight acres of land. The house is a three-story, tan bricked mansion with white trim and oversized windows across the length of it. The front entryway has large, white pillars that hold up the upper level balcony. Only a pretentious prick would buy this home for himself and his wife. It is way too much house for two people.
“Oh, I’m serious alright.” Turning off the engine, I turn towards her so she can see without a doubt that I mean business.
“Jacob. I’m begging you not to do this. Jeffery is a powerful man. He’ll make your life a living hell if he wants to. I’ve seen him do it enough times over the years.” She looks panicked. Her eyes are searching mine for what she hopes will be a rational decision. I’m far from rational though. “I talked to them yesterday. They are hurting and need to put the blame on someone. It’s easier to blame you than it is to blame the dead. You have a huge target on your back.”
“Do you think I give a shit about that? That fucker needs to hear what I have to say. And you need to give me that.”
When she sees I’m not going to budge, she finally capitulates to my request.
“Alright. Just promise me if things get out of hand, you’ll let me drag you out of there? And no crazy, male posturing either. Get in, state your point, and then get out! Got it?” Holy shit! Kara can be quite a demanding little thing when she wants to be. I like the take charge side of her.
“Deal. Let’s go.” I round the car and help her out before shutting the door behind her.
Walking up to the house, I shake my head at how ostentatious it is to own a home like this. It’s the sort of house you’d expect to find a professional athlete living in. Ridiculous.
Stepping up to the door, I ring the bell and wait for the housekeeper to answer. When she does, she turns wide, nervous eyes towards me. I can see her swallow before she motions for us to come in with her hand.
She quietly leads us into the study, where we wait in silence for a good ten minutes. Kara is sitting on the edge of a sofa with her leg bouncing up and down nervously. I wander the length of the shelves, looking at the different books they own.
Jeffery finally decides to grace us with his presence. When he shuts the door, the space instantly feels suffocating. His condescension and arrogance fills the large room.
“Didn’t know you were one for slumming, Kara. I always thought you had better taste than that,” he says with disdain.
“Do not talk to her like that. If you’ve got something rude to say, you can say it to me.” I take a step towards him, showing him that I’m not going to back down.
“Hmmm... Quite the big man I see. And what exactly do you hope to gain from this little show of invading my home? Isn’t it enough that you single-handedly destroyed my daughter?” He calmly asks while pouring himself a glass of scotch.
“You have a lot of nerve to sit there and accuse me of killing her all by myself. You and your wife ignored the fact that she needed professional help. What the hell is wrong with you? What kind of father would knowingly put their child at risk like that? If I had known, I could have helped her and you damn well know that!” My muscles begin to tense with anger, my jaw clenches and my hands form fists at my side. It’s taking all my willpower to not physically harm this jackass. Just being in his presence is enough to make me
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I don’t want to leave you like this. You just found out a lot of information. I don’t want you to do anything crazy and get yourself in trouble,” she replies while dumping the last of the mess in the trash.
“Then I guess you’re coming along.” I give her one last look before heading for the door. She can choose to follow or not. It’s her call.
***
“You can’t be serious,” Kara says as we pull up to the Dugan’s Maryland home. It’s a palatial estate sitting on eight acres of land. The house is a three-story, tan bricked mansion with white trim and oversized windows across the length of it. The front entryway has large, white pillars that hold up the upper level balcony. Only a pretentious prick would buy this home for himself and his wife. It is way too much house for two people.
“Oh, I’m serious alright.” Turning off the engine, I turn towards her so she can see without a doubt that I mean business.
“Jacob. I’m begging you not to do this. Jeffery is a powerful man. He’ll make your life a living hell if he wants to. I’ve seen him do it enough times over the years.” She looks panicked. Her eyes are searching mine for what she hopes will be a rational decision. I’m far from rational though. “I talked to them yesterday. They are hurting and need to put the blame on someone. It’s easier to blame you than it is to blame the dead. You have a huge target on your back.”
“Do you think I give a shit about that? That fucker needs to hear what I have to say. And you need to give me that.”
When she sees I’m not going to budge, she finally capitulates to my request.
“Alright. Just promise me if things get out of hand, you’ll let me drag you out of there? And no crazy, male posturing either. Get in, state your point, and then get out! Got it?” Holy shit! Kara can be quite a demanding little thing when she wants to be. I like the take charge side of her.
“Deal. Let’s go.” I round the car and help her out before shutting the door behind her.
Walking up to the house, I shake my head at how ostentatious it is to own a home like this. It’s the sort of house you’d expect to find a professional athlete living in. Ridiculous.
Stepping up to the door, I ring the bell and wait for the housekeeper to answer. When she does, she turns wide, nervous eyes towards me. I can see her swallow before she motions for us to come in with her hand.
She quietly leads us into the study, where we wait in silence for a good ten minutes. Kara is sitting on the edge of a sofa with her leg bouncing up and down nervously. I wander the length of the shelves, looking at the different books they own.
Jeffery finally decides to grace us with his presence. When he shuts the door, the space instantly feels suffocating. His condescension and arrogance fills the large room.
“Didn’t know you were one for slumming, Kara. I always thought you had better taste than that,” he says with disdain.
“Do not talk to her like that. If you’ve got something rude to say, you can say it to me.” I take a step towards him, showing him that I’m not going to back down.
“Hmmm... Quite the big man I see. And what exactly do you hope to gain from this little show of invading my home? Isn’t it enough that you single-handedly destroyed my daughter?” He calmly asks while pouring himself a glass of scotch.
“You have a lot of nerve to sit there and accuse me of killing her all by myself. You and your wife ignored the fact that she needed professional help. What the hell is wrong with you? What kind of father would knowingly put their child at risk like that? If I had known, I could have helped her and you damn well know that!” My muscles begin to tense with anger, my jaw clenches and my hands form fists at my side. It’s taking all my willpower to not physically harm this jackass. Just being in his presence is enough to make me
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