Run Away(98)

“Good time to fill me in,” Cornelius said.

So he did.

“That’s messed up,” Cornelius said when he finished.

“Yup.” Then: “Why did you help us, Cornelius?”

“Why not?”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. Not a lot of chances to be a hero in real life. You got to step up when the opportunity presents itself.”

Cornelius shrugged as if to emphasize it was a no-brainer and that simple, and Simon believed that maybe it was.

“Thank you.”

“Also Ingrid, she was nice to me.”

“When she wakes up, I’m going to tell her what you did, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” Cornelius said. “You still got the gun I gave you?”

“Yes. You think we’ll need it?”

“Never know. But no, I don’t think you’ll need it. Still, we will make provisions.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning we don’t just walk in with thousands of dollars unarmed.”

“Got it.”

“And one other thing,” Cornelius said.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t let me be the black friend who gets killed. I hate that in movies.”

Simon laughed for the first time in what felt like months.

Cornelius’s phone buzzed so he stepped aside. Yvonne came out of the bank and handed him the cash. “I asked for nine thousand six hundred and five dollars.”

“Why that amount?”

“So it’s not the exact same as yours and trips up a computer somewhere. Six hundred and five, six five. June fifth. You know the date?”

He did. Simon’s godson Drew, Yvonne’s oldest kid, was born on that day.

“I thought maybe it would bring you luck,” she said.

Cornelius came back. “That was Rocco.”

“What’s up?” Simon asked.

“He’ll be at my place in a couple of hours. He needs to locate Luther.”

Cornelius waited outside the hospital while Simon and Yvonne headed back up to Ingrid’s room. They greeted Sam. The three of them sat near the bed for over an hour and waited for Rocco to give Cornelius the okay. When the nurses changed shifts, the new nurse, a stickler for the rules, came in the room and said, “Only two people are supposed to be in the room at any one time. Do you mind rotating? One of you can stay in the waiting area down the corridor?”

Sam stood. “I need to do some studying anyway.”

“You should head back to school,” Simon said. “Your mother would want that.”

“Maybe so,” Sam said, “but I don’t want that. I want to be here.”

He turned and left.

Yvonne said, “He’s special.”

“Yes.” Then: “I spoke to one of Paige’s professors today.”

“Oh?”

“He thinks Paige might have been raped on campus.”

Yvonne said nothing. She just stared at her sister in the bed.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I heard you, Simon.”

He watched her face for a tell. “Wait, you knew?”

“I’m her godmother. She…she used to confide in me.”

He could feel the red rush to his face. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“She made me promise not to.”

“So if Drew came to me with a huge problem and told me not to tell you—”

“I would expect you to keep your promise,” Yvonne said. “I’d trust that I picked you to be his godfather so Drew would have someone to talk to when he didn’t want to go to Robert or me.”

It was pointless to argue about it right now. “So what happened?” Simon asked.

“I helped Paige get private counseling.”

“No, I mean, what exactly happened with this rapist?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Seriously, Yvonne?”

“Paige was having trouble remembering the details. He may have slipped her something, I don’t know. She didn’t report it for days, so the rape kit didn’t help very much. The therapy was helping her, I think. She was trying to remember, work through it slowly.”

“How about charging the bastard?”

“I encouraged that. But she wasn’t ready. She had no memory of it. She couldn’t even say for certain if she consented or not.” Yvonne held up her hand to stop his next question. “It was messy, Simon.”

He shook his head. “You should have told me.”

“I begged Paige to. I did. Even after she shut me out. But yeah, at some point she stopped talking to me too. She said she was fine now, that it was taken care of. I don’t know what happened. Paige stopped taking my calls, she started up with that Aaron guy…”

“And you just kept this from us? She’s spiraling like this, and you still never said a word.”

“I never said a word. To you.”

He couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Ingrid?”

There was a knock on the door behind them. Simon spun toward it. Cornelius opened the door and leaned his head inside.