Chapter Twenty
Damien
“Sinn.” The guard walked up to my cell. “Your lawyer is here. Let’s go. Put your hands through the bars.”
“Is that really necessary?” I walked up to the bars and extended my hands. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
“Keep your mouth shut.” The guard glared at me and made sure the handcuffs were tighter than they needed to be.
I had plenty of attorneys that I could have called, but Addison Regan was the one I needed—not because she could get me out of jail, but because she was familiar with everything that was going on with my family. I was more concerned about what would happen to Leigh and Jenny than how long I was going to spend behind bars. I had accepted that fate—and if they got away from Sinn Manor, then I would serve my time with a smile on my face. I just needed confirmation, and Addison was probably the only one who could find out for me.
I was led down a hallway and put in a white room with a metal table in the middle of it. The guard secured my handcuffs to the table, and the table itself was bolted to the floor. They were making damn sure I couldn’t do anything but sit in my chair. It seemed a bit excessive, but I was at their mercy. I sat alone in the room for nearly twenty minutes before the door finally opened, and Addison walked in.
“Thanks for coming.” I looked up at her and sighed.
“I almost didn’t…” She put her briefcase down on the table. “I don’t do very much criminal work these days—I got tired of helping bad guys walk.”
“My freedom won’t be on your conscious.” I shook my head back and forth. “I’m going to plead guilty.”
“Then, why am I here?” She raised her eyebrows. “I’m sure you know a whole army of lawyers that could have entered a plea for you. Do you want me to try and cut a kind of deal with the District Attorney in exchange for saving the taxpayers some money?”
“Maybe, but we can discuss that later.” I leaned forward. “I need you to make sure my sister is okay.”
“We’ve already discussed your sister’s case.” She opened her briefcase and pulled a few papers out. “You know the options are pretty limited unless your mother signs the paperwork—and now? I’m not even sure that would work. Your father is sure to use the fact she checked into Juniper Health against her.”
“I realize that.” I nodded. “I need to know if she’s still staying at Sinn Manor. Do you think you could hire a private investigator for me?”
“I can.” Addison pushed the papers across the table. “But you should probably take
a look at the charges the District Attorney is planning to file before you start worrying about anyone other than yourself right now.”
“Fine.” I picked up the papers and started reading the charges—then my heart sank into my stomach. “Attempted murder!? What!?”
“Your father’s bodyguard had enough drugs in his system to kill him—the doctors were able to save his life; otherwise you would be looking at a murder charge. Read the report.” Addition motioned to the page underneath the one I was staring at.
“This has to be a mistake…” I flipped the page and started reading.
There’s no way that my sister got her hands on drugs this strong—he was out cold, but he wasn’t minutes from death.
“The doctor thinks otherwise.” Addison leaned back.
“Wait a minute.” I glared at the paper. “It says Pennington was taken to the hospital. This is my father’s personal doctor—he’s the one who wrote the report. There’s no way he was on call in the middle of the night!”
“I’ll look into that.” Addison picked up her pen and made a note.
“Just make sure my sister is okay.” I put the paper down.
My father did this. He took advantage of the situation, and now he’s set me up to do real time behind bars…
“Is there anything you need to tell me?” Addison tilted her head. “I’m your lawyer—it’s better if I know the truth.”
“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “Make sure my sister is safe and figure out how to get me out of here.”
Just long enough for me to wrap my hands around my father’s neck.
“So I take it you will be reconsidering the guilty plea?” She raised her eyebrows inquisitively.
“Yeah.” I exhaled sharply. “I don’t have a fucking choice.”