Chapter 89
Only Daddy and I know where the key is.
I hesitate for a split second before I step out from behind the bar.
Logan, Blake, and Riley follow me down the hallway to the liquor room. We all go inside, and I shut the door behind us before going over to my desk and feeling underneath for the wrapped fabric shoved inside the secret opening at the back.
I pull the little packet out from its hiding place and unroll the tightly wound fabric until the ancient gold key with the heart-shaped handle rests in my open palm. I hold it up, and it jingles on the ring as it moves.
“That thing is so freaking old,” Logan says.
“You think it doesn’t work? I may have something in my purse that can help clean it off…” Riley says.
Blake grabs the key out of my hand and races to the jail cell. By the time I reach him, he has the key in the lock and is fiddling with it.
When the cell door swings open easily, we both step backward.
“To answer your question, I think it works.” Blake grins at me and steps inside the cell.
I go in after him, and Logan and Riley follow.
“Hey, Mace, my phone’s behind the bar. Let me see yours so I can take a picture of us inside the cell.” Riley holds out her hand.
I reach into my purse. “Shit. I left it upstairs.”
She turns to Logan. “Can I use your phone instead?”
He fishes it out of his pocket and gives it to her.
She steps backward to the door and holds up the phone. “Say cheese!”
Blake puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on Logan’s and presses us closer together. “Get one of these two, Riles.”
He steps around us and scoots past Riley so he can exit the cell. She snaps a photo of Logan and me before she steps backward and…
Shuts the cell door, leaving Logan and me inside alone.