Billionaire Mountain Man

"You're right. So, we need to call him from a number he does know."

"Well, bitchzilla there – excuse my French – sure as hell isn't going to help us, so we can't call from her number or the house number."

"Does this kid have a girlfriend?"

"There's a good chance he has more than one. I've seen him in the hallways at school getting up close and personal with one girl who happens to be a nice enough girl. Maybe we should pay her a visit."

"Let's go," I agreed.

Ben logged into the school's information database from his phone and looked up the girl's address.

"Megan Price. Found her," Ben said as he read me her address.

We got there after a short drive and went up and knocked on the door. Megan herself answered. She was a pretty girl who looked a little too innocent to be associated with the crap we were dealing with. As soon as she saw us, she blushed deeply, and a look of worry immediately crossed her face.

"Mr. Henderson, Mr. James... you guys are here about Leon, aren't you?" she said, her voice shaky. It looked as if she was on the point of bursting into tears.

"Your boyfriend has done some bad things, Megan. Very bad things," I stated.

"I'm... he's not my boyfriend," she managed to stammer, only just holding back tears. "He just... we just hang out sometimes. I don't...I don't know about the bad stuff he does. I'm...I'm not part of it."

"Relax, Megan," I said, keeping my tone gentle and reassuring. "We never said that you were. But today, he was involved in something much more serious than his usual stunts. Today, Leon and his friend William were involved in a shooting."

Her face went pale, and her jaw dropped with shock.

"Are... are they okay?" she gasped.

"They are, but a 10th grader, Kendrick Green, he got shot, and he's not doing so well. He's in surgery now," I informed her.

"Oh no... Kendrick is in my English class! He's such a nice boy! Is he... he's not going to... will he?"

"He's not going to die. He'll be okay, eventually, but it's going to take a while to recover."

Tears were forming in her eyes now. "D-did Leon sh-shoot him?"

"No, he didn't – but he knows who did. He and William know the guy, and they've both run off somewhere. Now we need your help. Do you think you can help us? All we want to do is find out from William and Leon who the shooter is. That's all. We're not going to do anything bad to them. Do you think you can help us with that?"

She nodded, biting her lower lip as she fought back the tears. "But, h-how can I help?" she asked.

"All I need for you to do is call Leon and ask him if he wants to come over here to hang out. If he does, great, we'll talk to him here. I suspect that he won't, though. So, just casually find out where he is, but don't ask too many questions about it, alright? We don't want to put any pressure on things between the two of you by letting him know you helped us, because he and William, they, uh, they might not be too happy about answering our questions."

"Alright... alright, I'll call him now."

"Thank you so much, Megan. You're doing a good thing here," I assured her.

She got out her phone and dialed Leon. Ben and I waited with bated breath, and then we both grinned as he answered, and he and Megan started talking. But before I could listen in on their conversation, my phone rang. It was Vivienne, so I walked out of earshot and answered.

"Hi, Vivienne," I said as I answered. "Is everything alright?"

"The hospital just called," she said. "It's about Jane. She's finally awake. She's asking for you."

Chapter Nineteen

Vivienne

"Alright... Um, damn, how am I gonna do this?" Everett asked. "I have to see Jane, obviously. She's my little angel, and I've been worried sick about her the whole time she's been in the hospital. We were just about to get info on where the two kids are hiding out – the ones we need to question about the identity of the shooter."

"Well, the hospital said that Jane wants to see you now," I replied.