Page 226 of Wrecked
“I have a sister on mydad’sside.” Prescott paused to sip the bourbon. “Before my dad met and married Mom, he had a relationship with someone else. She got pregnant, never told him, and had the child. That child is now my thirty-five-year-old sister.”
“Jesus,” Hawk murmured.
“Have you met her?” Addison asked.
“Yeah,” Prescott replied. “She contacted me a few months ago and we video chatted. I didn’t believe her, but DNA doesn’t lie. She never knew our dad, and I don’t remember him.”
“Do Mom and Dad know?” Hawk asked.
“No, you guys are hearing about it first.” Prescott sat on the edge of the lounge chair and scraped his hand through his hair. “She and her late husband have a son. He’s two.”
“What happened to her husband?” Addison asked.
“I didn’t ask.”
“Does she want money?” Hawk asked.
“She hasn’t mentioned it. She told me she has no family, outside of her child… and now me. Her mom got cancer and died a few years ago. I invited her and her son to visit.”
Addison smiled. “We’d love to meet her.”
“She’s flying in this afternoon,” Prescott replied.
“Do you think meeting everyone at the same time would be too much?” Addison asked.
Prescott shrugged. “How the hell would I know? I just met the woman.”
“How long is she staying?” Hawk asked.
“A few days.” Prescott tossed back the whiskey. “I don’t know what to make of it. I ran a background check. Nothing sketchy. She’s a successful financial advisor.”
“Maybe she’s telling the truth,” Addison said. “She’s just trying to connect with her only living relative, besides her son.”
“You want us to be there when you meet her?” Hawk asked.
“You’ve got the party,” Prescott replied as he pushed out of the chair. “I feel better telling you guys.”
“We’ll meet her over the next couple of days,” Addison said. “She and her little boy should come here for dinner.”
“Thanks,” Prescott said before heading toward the kitchen.
Hawk pushed off the sofa. “I’ll walk him out.”
Prescott set his glass in the sink, glanced around the room. “Place looks great, Nicky.”
Hawk walked him out front. “Is your sister staying with you?”
“No, at an Airbnb,” Prescott replied. “She said she was going through some boxes from her mom. Thought I’d want to see what she found.”
“How ‘bout we meet them tomorrow after work?” Hawk suggested.
“Lemme see how things go. Thanks for listening.” Prescott mounted his bike, pulled on his helmet. “Tell Mom and Dad I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. Have fun.” He started the bike, rolled down the driveway and onto the street.
Hawk returned to the porch to find Addison on her feet, staring out at the property.
“I’ve made a decision regarding BLACK OPS,” she said, her attention fixed on the backyard.
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
