Chapter Three
Seven
He stood with his back to the counter, never letting Hunter out of his sight.
Seven had seen the flash of anger directed toward him at the club, but Hunter had quickly hidden it.
As much as he wanted to meet Hunter three days ago, it hadn’t worked out.
After getting Joshua home around ten that night, he’d spent several hours having a talk with their father and Joshua’s mother.
It hadn’t been pretty, but he’d been assured for the hundredth time that they would straighten up.
He wasn’t banking on it. They only toed the line because he gave them money every month to keep themselves and Joshua clothed and fed, and utilities paid. When Joshua turned eighteen—they didn’t know it—all funds would be ending.
The conversation with his brother outside the home Seven rented for his family brought a knot in his throat.
“Why can’t I just stay with you?”
“You can’t. Not yet. Once you turn eighteen and I…take care of things, you can come live with me.”
Joshua’s eyes filled with tears. “You mean catch Lisa’s killer.”