I punched in the first code, and the display flashed. Same for the next two. Damn.
I moved on to the six-digit codes, and the safe gave an angry chirp when I hit the fifth number. Apparently, these last few codes were too long to be the right ones, which left me with one last option. I took a deep breath and punched it in. Flash.
“Fuck!” I smashed my hand against the keypad, eliciting another angry chirp.
“Those things can be a real pain in the ass to break into, huh?”
The scrap of paper fell from my hand as I swiveled around to see Tommy. I hadn’t heard him come in and honestly had no idea how long he’d been there watching me struggle with his safe. Oddly, he looked more amused than angry, which was far more unnerving.
“Yeah, I’d say you’re getting your money’s worth.” I tried sounding casual, like there was nothing at all weird about your girlfriend’s father catching you trying to get into his wall safe.
“I’m surprised you didn’t try Spencer’s birthday,” he said, still firmly rooted on his side of the room.
“I did. That was the first thing I tried when I was in here the other night.” Why bother lying now? I’d been caught. It was time to change tact. A Traveler’s greatest asset was an ability to think on his feet, right?
“Trust me. You could’ve had free reign of this office for a week, and you probably still wouldn’t have guessed the combination. Which is funny since it’s a number you’re pretty familiar with.”
I quirked an eyebrow, but Tommy didn’t seem to be in the mood to share more.
“So Michael finally sent someone to get his book back?”
It was strange hearing anyone other than Maggie calling Pop by his given name. “You did a pretty good job of hiding for the last twenty years, but it’s a little harder to stay under the radar when you buy a multimillion dollar house and stay there.”
“It still took him over a year,” Tommy said and crossed his thick arms over his chest in his default intimidating-businessman posture. It reminded me a little of my brother when he was working the strong, silent angle.
“I guess he had other priorities. It’s just a book after all.”
Tommy gave a loud, barking laugh. “I think we both know that’s bullshit, Shay.”
I was so distracted by thoughts of what the hell could be written in the damn book that Pop would go to all this trouble that it took me a second to realize he hadn’t used my fake name.
“You know who I am.” It wasn’t a question.
“A transfer student from Loyola?”
I’d worried Spencer’s disclosure during dinner had cast some suspicion my way, but there had to be something else, too. Not even “Saint Thomas” was that sharp. “Is that so out of the ordinary?”
“You have Maggie’s eyes,” he said.
I stiffened. “I imagine those eyes have been haunting you the last twenty years, considering you killed her husband and left her with two kids to raise all on her own.”
“Does telling yourself that help you sleep at night after what you’ve done to Spencer?”
My chest burned like I’d swallowed an ice cube. My mouth opened, but no words came out.
“Leave Spencer out of this,” I said, allowing far too much emotion to seep into my voice. I needed to focus on what was important, but that was difficult when Spencer became involved.
“What’s this? You almost sound like you care about her. Not that I don’t understand why. She’s really special, isn’t she? You do realize she’ll never forgive you when she finds out you used her to get to me. That everything you ever told her was a lie.”
Not everything. “Do you think she’ll forgive you?” I spat out once I found my voice again. “For your lies?” The idea of Spencer’s reaction when she found out I’d betrayed her had kept me awake at night, but there was nothing I could do. I had a duty to my clan, to my family, to my da. “What do you think will happen when she finds out about your old life? The fact that you murdered a man so you could steal his share of the score and take off?” I asked, recounting the details Judd filled me in on a few nights ago.
“That’s not how it happened, but even if it was, she’ll never find out about it—any of it. You can’t say the same thing, can you? Once you got what you came for, you were going to crawl back to that cesspool you call home, and she’d be left here wondering how she could’ve been stupid enough to trust you.”
“She’ll find out about you if I tell her,” I said, my panic making me desperate.
Tommy laughed again. “And why would she ever believe anything you say? You go ahead and tell her. It’ll just prove you’re every bit the con artist that you are.”
The stiffness in my shoulders disappeared, and they slumped like deflating balloons. “You’re going to tell her.”
“Of course I am. The first chance I get. Now get the hell out of my house.” Tommy finally budged from his spot by the door. He stood to the side and opened it so I could do as instructed.
“At least let me say goodbye, give her some excuse about why I have to leave.”
“Not a chance. She’ll know exactly why you left when I tell her why you came.” He tipped his head toward the door. “Are you leaving, or am I throwing you out? I don’t want to make a scene in front of all these people, but I will if I have to.”
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” I pounded out the number of the carriage house’s landline and paced back and forth on the train platform, waiting for him to answer. “Shit.”
He picked up after two rings. “Yeah?”
“Judd? It’s Shay.”
“You get the book?” he asked without any further niceties.
I paused, apparently long enough to give away the answer without saying a word. “Goddamn it!” he roared, and I was pretty sure I heard something shatter in the background. “I knew you’d fuck this up. I knew it.”
There was nothing I could say to defend myself. I had fucked it up. I’d fucked up the job, and more than that, I’d fucked up things with Spencer. Once Tommy told her who I was, I’d never get a chance to make it right. Thanks to my stupidity, I had no book and no girl. I wasn’t even sure I’d have a home anymore, which meant I’d probably screwed Maggie and Jimmy Boy, too. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the family of someone who’d been dragged to take just as much grief in the end.
But even if there was nothing I could do for myself, there was still something I could do for Spencer. I felt so defeated when I left Tommy’s house, I hadn’t given a thought to Judd’s reaction. But now that I had him on the phone, I knew what his next moves would be. No matter what Tommy had done to my father, it wasn’t worth risking Spencer’s life.
“Listen, Judd. Tommy’s on to me—on to us. We need to get gone and do it fast. He knows where I’m staying, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the police are already on their way.” It was a gross exaggeration. I didn’t really believe Tommy would call the police and he didn’t have any idea where I was staying, but I’d say whatever it took to keep Judd from going after Tommy or Spencer himself.
“You really are nothing more than a useless buffer,” Judd hissed into my ear. “I knew as soon as Pop opened his mouth to tell you about this job that it would all go to shit in the end. I knew it.”
“Well, it looks like you were right,” I said, my jaw tight. “If you clear out now, you can beat me back to the Village and have everyone set to run me out on a rail as soon as I get back.”
“Don’t you worry about that, Buffer,” Judd said. “Everyone’s been set to do that for years. This’ll just give ‘em the excuse.”