These Games We Play

chapter fifty nine:the rings

“Five million dollars?” I said those words repeatedly as we retreated from Zara’s wing to Tobias Hawthorne’s study to strategize.

“Five. Million. Dollars. Does Zara honestly think that Alisa is just going to agree to cut that kind of check?” The will was still in probate. Even once the estate was settled, I was a minor. There were trustees. I could practically hear my lawyer throwing out terms like fiduciary duty.

“She’s playing with us.” Jameson sounded more pensive than outraged.

Grayson tilted his head to the side. “Perhaps it would be wise to—”

“I can get the money,” Xander blurted out. His brothers stared at him.

“You want to pay Zara five million dollars to show us your grandfather’s wedding ring?” I said, stunned.

“Wait.” Grayson narrowed his eyes. “You have five million dollars?” Each year on their birthdays, the Hawthorne grandsons had been given ten thousand dollars to invest. Xander had spent years dumping it into cryptocurrency, then sold at just the right time, and that money wasn’t part of Tobias Hawthorne’s estate. It was Xander’s—and apparently, his brothers hadn’t been aware of it until now.

“Look,” Cam said, pointing a finger at Xander, “nobody is giving anybody five million dollars. We’ll just have to find another way to get the ring.”

“You’re still a minor,” Grayson told Xander, his voice low. “If Skye finds out you have that kind of money…”

“It’s in a trust,” Xander assured him. “Nash is the trustee. Skye isn’t getting near it.”

“And you think Nash is going to let you write Zara a check for five million dollars?” I asked incredulously. That seemed about as likely as Alisa letting me access the funds.

“I can be very persuasive,” Xander insisted.

“There’s another way.” Jameson had that look on his face—the one that told me he’d found a way of moving this chess game into three dimensions.

“We’ll set up a trade.” Grayson’s eyes narrowed. “And what, precisely, do you think our aunt would trade for her father’s wedding wing?”

Jameson smiled at me as he replied, like he and I were in this together. Like he expected me to anticipate his words. “Her mother’s.”
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I didn’t know much about the late Alice O’Day Hawthorne, but I did know who had inherited her jewellery. We found Nan in the music room, sitting in a small wingback chair, facing ceiling-to-floor windows that looked out on the pool and the estate beyond.

“Don’t just stand there,” Nan ordered without ever turning around. “Help an old lady up.”

We made our way into the room. Grayson offered his great-grandmother an arm, but she looked past him to me.

“You, girl.” I helped her out of the chair. Nan leaned on her cane and examined the six of us.

“We need your help, Nan.” Grayson circled back to the reason we were here.

“You do, do you?” Nan snorted in her great-grandsons’ direction, then cut a glance toward me. She was scowling, but the flash of raw hope in her eyes was heartbreaking. Without meaning to, I thought back to the Laughlin’s telling me how cruel I was for playing with an old woman. Nan loved Toby. She wanted us to find him. Here’s hoping she wants that badly enough to give us the ring. I took a deep breath.

“We found a message that your son-in-law left for Skye, right after Toby disappeared.” Message was probably stretching it a little, but it was less complicated than the truth. “We think the old man left a similar message for Zara and that together they might somehow lead us to Toby.”