Chapter 37
Bryan pulled his daughter aside. “Why are you here, young lady? You should be in school right now.”
“Mom was supposed to text you. School got out two whole hours early because of the snow. It would be snowing when the buses were on the roads so they let us out early and stuff.”
He checked his phone. He had missed a text from Cass in there, right during the chaos of dealing with the plumber and the renters.
She looked at him like he should have known, the look she had most definitely gotten from her mother.
“Mom knows I'm here. Headed toward the skate park. She said I can come and play until I called you and you come get me. But my wheel just broke. I have to change it again. I think I need new wheels, Dad. And they are expensive; I only have half the money I need. Unless…I can get a job or something. I can help you hang drywall stuff, maybe?”
Never going to happen—unless she suddenly grew a bit more.
But all of his kids had done extra projects for money for him, when they really wanted something.
They knew they had to work to get what they wanted sometimes.
He’d figure out something she could help him with soon.
He knew how much that skateboard meant to her.
There was such a hopeful look in her eyes. His daughter knew how to play him. No denying that. She hesitated for a moment; a weird expression went across her face. That’s when he knew the skate park was just a ruse. He knew his daughter well, after all.
“What’s wrong?”
“Daddy, can I talk to her?” She was looking at the woman from the FBI. He saw the curiosity, and…something else. “Just for a few minutes and stuff? I just need to talk to the FBI lady. It's about the Gibson stuff, Dad. I just have questions.”
He looked over at the woman. She was a pretty woman, reminded him of Cass when she was younger.
The curly hair. The big light eyes. The friendly expression and smile.
He didn’t see what it could hurt. “It might take me a moment to get the big door to open so we can have some light. You wouldn’t mind? ”
“I’d be glad to talk to her, Bryan. While we wait?”
Bryan just nodded. There was no predicting kids. Especially his daughter.