Page 20 of Lead Me On
“If they’ve found stolen goods in Dad’s house… He’s a convicted felon, you idiot!”
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I got pulled over for speeding, and the cop found some…” His eyes darted to the side and he leaned forward as if they weren’t separated by thick glass. “He found some pot and a few credit cards, okay?”
“Not your cards, I assume.”
“No,” he said sullenly.
“If they think Dad’s involved in some sort of identity-theft ring—”
“It’s nothing like that, all right? I just lifted a few purses from Ryders.”
“You’re a selfish idiot!”
He stiffened. “I’m sorry. I needed some cash, all right?”
“And some credit cards?”
He shrugged, the same expression on his face that he’d worn when he’d been suspended from sixth grade for a week. Sullen anxiety.
“Why didn’t you call us? Bail was set on Friday!”
“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “Sixty thousand is too much and Dad won’t pay it anyway.”
Well, he was likely right about that. And Jane probably wouldn’t front the bond money either, because lately Jessie was just the type to say “Screw it!” and head off for a vacation in Mexico.
“Is there anything else you need to tell me? Anything else they might have found in your room?”
“No, nothing. They keep asking me about some girl, but I’ve never heard of her.”
The hair on the nape of her neck stood up. “What girl?”
“Some girl named Michelle something. She must’ve had her purse stolen.”
“Did you take it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
Jane lost her last thread of patience. “Well, how many purses have you stolen, Jessie?”
“I don’t know. Like fifteen or something. Girls put them on the floor at Ryders when they want to dance. They just leave them there like fucking idiots.”
Fifteen?The contents of fifteen purses would easily be worth more than a thousand dollars, making the crime a felony. “Oh, yeah.They’rethe idiots. Have they assigned you an attorney?”
“They gave me some papers to fill out for a court-appointed guy.”
“Don’t talk to the cops unless he’s present. I’ll do my best to find you a good lawyer by Monday, okay? And I’m going to try to find out more about this Michelle.Don’t say anything else.”
“All right.” He flinched when the one-minute bell sounded. “Tell Mom and Dad I’m sorry, all right?”
“I will. But you’d better start thinking about what you’re going to do when they release you. Dad’s not going to let you back in the house.”
He nodded and the tip of his nose turned red as if he was holding back tears. “I’m sorry, sis. Honestly. I didn’t mean…” One of the cops began to approach from the other side of the room.
“I love you, Jessie.”
“Yeah, me too.” The officer took the phone from his hand and hung it up. Jessie’s eyes were damp, but he put on a crooked smile as the guard grabbed his elbow to urge him up.
She tried to catch the man’s eye, but he didn’t look at her. She was no one. Just some piece of trash involved with a criminal. She remembered that, too. The way the officers would look through her and her mother, or—worse—glare at them or shake their heads in disgust.
