Edge (Parker Reed #2) - J.M. Walker Page 0,1

would anyone do that?”

“I don’t know, Keely. You tell me. How did you do it? Did Colin Vain help? There’s something sketchy about him. Or was it Jones who helped you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said slowly.

“I know who your father was. The Mist.”

I glared but I didn’t respond. I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

Agent Cross paced back and forth across the small interview room, scratching the dark scruff on his chin. “Your father, Eric Price, aka The Mist, was a world renowned hacker. He hacked into anything and everything but no one knew until he died in that so-called car accident.”

“What do you mean, so-called car accident?” I asked, sitting forward.

“Ah. It seems like I finally got a reaction out of you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I reached for my file but Steve grabbed it from my hands.

He opened it and continued pacing. “Keely Price, daughter to Eric and Deena Price. Aged twenty-five. Born on…” he looked at me. “Happy belated birthday.”

“Dick,” I grumbled.

Cross chuckled and went back to reading. “It says here that…wait…” He smiled. “Well, what’s this?” He flipped a page. “Well, well, well. Miss Price has been a bad little girl.”

“I never got caught for shit,” I blurted out.

A wicked grin spread on his face. “I know.”

I huffed. “You guys are supposed to be the government. You’re supposed to be all helpful and shit. Well, why aren’t you out there looking for Devin Tate and the sick bastards he works with?”

“Right now, we are talking about you, Keely, and how you know Parker Reed.”

“Parker Reed is dead. Don’t you read the newspaper?” I snapped, abruptly rising from my chair and knocking it over. “I don’t know anything. I just want to go home.”

“And where’s that? Parker’s cottage?”

I stopped in my tracks and turned to him. “What do you want? You know, you act like a man of the law and shit but you remind me so much of Devin. You two would get along.”

Steven’s jaw ticked before he took a step towards me. “I am nothing like Devin.”

“Could have fooled me.” I lifted my chin defiantly. “Both brooding, dark, egotistical asses.”

“Keely, I suggest sitting down,” he growled.

“Or else what? You going to force me?”

He met my stare and waited, tapping his foot.

The sound alone was enough to drive me insane so I slumped down in the hard metal chair. And waited.

“What about Troy Danvers? And Patrick West? How do you know them?”

I sighed loudly and scrubbed a hand down my face. “You know how I know them. It’s all in my file.”

Cross paced back and forth. “Troy and his boyfriend live with you at Parker’s cottage. I know there are men watching your every move. Hiding out in the woods behind the big house. Tell me, Keely. How many men are there? Have you seen them? Who are they?”

“I want my lawyer,” I bit out.

He laughed. “You see, that’s the funny thing about this little interview.” He walked up to the large two-way mirror and tapped his knuckles against it. “There’s no one watching. You can’t lawyer up and think I’ll stop asking you questions.”

“What the hell do you want?” I shouted, shoving to my feet. “I’ll fucking sue you for harassment.”

That only made him laugh harder. “Oh, Miss Price. You aren’t going to do shit and you wanna know why?”

I drew in a breath. My blood boiled through my veins, heating my body from the inside out. “Why?”

“Because I know what Devin is holding over you. I know that Parker is alive. And I know that you helped him disappear. I also know that there’s a little biker club that’s in on this as well.”

I kept my face straight when really I was a raging bag of nerves on the inside. How the hell Agent Cross knew all of this, all of these secrets, was beyond me. Even Troy didn’t know everything and I told my best friend every single thing that had happened. I thought a moment. Not once did Cross mention Parker being with the CIA, so he must not have known everything. “How do you know all of that?”

“I have sources. Rats. Informants, if you will.”

“But you don’t have proof,” I added.

“No, but I will get it with your help.”

“Like hell you will,” I scoffed. There was no way, no way at all that I would help him. I may have been naïve at times but something was off about the agent. I didn’t trust him.