Julia has lived on Nova Island for six years. After the trauma she experienced there, she decided to go home. It's been ten years since her last visit to the small seaside town. She didn't expect to see her arch-enemy sitting in her parents' living...
"I better get to my room and call Cole. He's not a patient man." I head in the direction of my room and lock the door.
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Walking into my room, I pull my phone out of my pocket and call Cole. After a couple of rings, he answers.
Cole: Hey, Julia.
Me: Hey, I'm in my room now. No one will hear our conversation.
Cole: Good. There's a few things we need to talk about.
Me: I know. Can I ask you something?
Cole: sure, but you're not the type of person that would ask if you can say something. Has something happened at Knox's that makes you think you need to ask permission to talk?
Me: I was talking to a guy named Vance who had contacts with your cousin's family.
Cole: oh, what did he hear?
Me: that the family wants you back. Is that true?
Cole: uh, the family are talking about getting me back. I have told them it won't happen, but someday there might be a chance I can't deny them any further.
Me: do whatever you have to, Cole. I know you'll do everything in your power to keep me safe.
Cole: I'm glad you think that. The next thing I want to talk to you about is your brothers.
Me: Amalia, I found out it's true. They're behind Midnight Export, but I think there's someone hiding in the background, and we're not supposed to know who it is.
Cole: I agree. Liam and Antwon aren't smart enough to do it. Sometimes, I wonder how Liam managed to run the business before I helped save the shop. After I brought it up, I tried to give him back the responsibilities, but he's not interested. I have to go through the books and ensure everything is correct.
Me: If you need another person to look at it, call me and I'll help.
Cole: Thanks. He's silent for a moment before saying. Riker wants to talk to you.
Me: That's okay, but I won't be able to provide the information he needs.
Riker: I need information about your brothers and uncle. For example, have they visited New York in the last ten years? Where have they visited? Who have they been in contact with?
Me: For the four years I lived in New York, my uncle was the only person I visited, and it was to see me. Uh,
How am I going to tell him the rest? For example, when I saw him dress someone like me and beat them. I still can't believe he'd do something like that.
