CXXXVII
CXXXVII
"I got Zach to handle the whole situation. He and the detective your mom got that is working on the case. They moved the van to the police station and will be dusted for prints."
I frown.
"Dusted for prints?"
"Yeah, in case your-- Sebastian Hansen touched anything in the van, they can use it to ID him and build a case on that."
"They don't have to do that, Danielle saw his face, she can give them a name. She saw it happen. She was not drunk so she is a credible witness."
Cam sucked in his teeth.
"Yeah about that. Sebastian Hansen is officially a dead man."
I turn to face Cam, he did not look like he was joking.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that before you were born, shortly after he and your birth mother got married, he died officially. With a death certificate and all of that."
Alarmed I turn to face him. This was new information.
"He faked his own death?"
Cam nods. His face ashen, if he was not scared of my birth father, he must be terrified now.
"What? Why would he do That?"
Cam shrugged, like he was not disturbed by it, but I know he was, who would not Be?
"Who knows? He is crazy. But her testimony would not be enough. There was no security footage to show him on the scene, and now the Only thing that can pin this on him is the prints."
I sighed.
"Let us hope he touched things in there. But i highly doubt someone as meticulous as he is, used a silencer, would randomly touch things and implicate himself."
Cam draw in a breath.
"What I can't understand is how he killed his men. The detective is baffled by that as well."
I rub my hand against my chin, the tiny hairs prick my skin reminding me that I have not shaved in weeks. I make a mental note to take a very long bath after I shave.
"I guess Theresa can figure that out later when she gets here. For now, I would like to take a bath."
I yawn as I move past him to the stairs. When I reach the room I am assaulted with the scent of Lisa. I missed her so terribly my chest ached. I have not been here since I came up to gather her clothes for my mom. I always slept downstairs in one of the guest rooms. I wonder what I was doing here. I missed her that is Why, my body had moved on it's own accord to where we spent most of our time.
I remember the tinkle of her laugh every time I said something that was funny, even if it was not. She laughed. I remember her eyes. And suddenly I can't take it, I change into a plain t shirt and jeans, something I hope would blend into my background.
Stuffing my wallet and phone into my pocket, I did what I never saw myself doing again. I climbed out of the back room windows. The last time I did this was with Jonathan and Cam, and i was a gangly teenager, now, I only hope I would not do too much damage if I managed to fall.
I did not fall, only twisted my ankle slightly, and i miscalculated, I was not at the back of the building, but at the side, I hobbled very fast towards the wall, so someone from the van does not spot me.
By the time I reached the main road I was sweaty and my ankle was flaring up with every step.
"Oh my God, you look terrible."
Mom's comment made me smile slightly. I missed her too. She looked left and right.
"Nobody saw me. I made sure of that."
I pushed past her and into the living room.
"What the hell happened to your ankle??" Mom cried.
I hobbled deeper into the living room, my eyes looking for her, searching for her. When I find her walking out of the wine cellar, I hobble to her, enveloping her a hug. I felt complete again.
"Kenny.." She whispered before hugging me right back.
"I missed you." I murmured and pulled her to me tighter.
We remain like that until I pull away and stare into the eyes that I had me jumping out of a building like a teenager.
"You came."
I nod.
"It's not a dream."
I shake my head, "Its not."
She buried her head in my chest.
"I missed you so much I felt like I could not breathe."
"Was that the reason for the wine?"
She Chuckled, my hands reach down to touch her lips, her warm, soft and luscious lips. I place a chaste kiss on her lips. And she pulled me back down, our faces inches apart, our sexual tension never far behind.
Our lips find each other hungrily. Her mouth was not and inviting, the kiss was not soft and patient, it was primal and impatient. Our mouths fought for dominance against the other. My tongue swept through her mouth, my hands roam through her hair, she moaned into my mouth and my cock twitched in response.
I hear someone clear their throats nosily. Obviously trying to get our attention.
Lisa pauses, suddenly shy. I kiss her mouth one last time before releasing her. She hung her head and i pull her into me.
When I look up I meet my dad's eyes. He looks at me with amusement.
"Wow, you know your stuff." My dad winks at me.
I chuckle but feel Lisa almost burrowing her way into my chest.
"You are embarrassing the lady."
"You can find a room when I'm fast asleep so I don't have to hear anything, but you need to treat your ankle." Mom tells me as she sets down her first aid kit.
"You hurt your leg???" Lisa shrieked.
I smile sheepishly.
"Jumping out of windows when you're almost thirty is not the same as when you're eighteen."
"Why would you do That? You promised you were going to be safe." Lisa chewed on her lips as she steered me to the sofa.
"I had to see you. This was the only way. I missed you too much."
"You didn't have to get hurt. How do you think it makes me feel?"
My heart flutters. Yes, like a teenager, I was feeling all sorts of things.
"I think I'm going to spend the night here."
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