Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

"So Lexi. If Clayton were hiding, say, important documents, where would he put them?" says Joey. He's standing in front of me. I shift in my chair. I can hardly keep back a smile.

"Seems like you'd know him better. I didn't know about this part of his life." I say.

"Well I didn't know he had you in his life. If I did; he would've been dead sooner."

I swallow. "What did he like to do?" he asks.

"He loved music. He said when we had kids, that he'd sing them to sleep every night."

Joey laughs. "Clayton said that? Are we talking about the same Clayton here? He used guns, not instruments."

I sit quietly. He puts his thumb under my chin. "We're paying a little visit to your house."

"But there will be police there and everything-" I blurt out.

Joey gives an almost evil smile. "We can take care of that." He says as he cocks his gun.

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