mouth. Beer was always a bad idea. I could drink liquor and be fine, but for some reason, beer made me drunk—and quickly. Just two cups was all I needed to get wasted. “Oh, hell.” I remembered the events of last night, Church’s assholery, me hitting something—the look of disappointment on Daddy’s face. Today was going to be a really bad day. Ugh!
Sometime during the night, my father must have put my phone on my nightstand because I was pretty sure I didn’t have it when I came in. I had four text messages. One from Church—last night. “Where did you go?” and three from Aven from this morning. I didn’t try to read them. I just called her back.
“What’s up girl?”
“You—that’s up. You are all over the news today. Have you turned on the television?”
“Oh, no. Not again. Dad is really going to kill me. What channel?”
She laughed sarcastically, “Pick one!”
I turned on the television and switched it to the local news. “Just another example of rich kids getting off because their parents have money. This is total BS!” The newscaster continued, “That’s just a few of the messages we’ve received on our social media sites concerning this story. The local district attorney says she is looking into pressing charges against the Anderson heiress and will make an announcement later today.”
“Charges for what? I hit a possum. Is the possum’s family suing me now?”
“No, you didn’t see all of it. That warehouse got trashed last night. Apparently, the owner said he never gave permission for anyone to have a party there and they’ve got pictures of you, half-naked with just the paint.”
“Why me? It wasn’t my party and everyone was covered in paint! How did they know it was me?”
“I don’t know, I guess someone told them. I bet your dad is pissed.”
“Yeah, he was last night, and that was before all this other shit. I’d better get up and go talk to him.”
“Good luck, sweetie. You know I love you. Why don’t these people ever come after me?” she laughed playfully, but I knew she probably meant it.
I got up to get dressed and went looking for the sweetest, most-innocent-looking clothing I could find. I was twenty-three, but I could still look seventeen if I needed to. I pulled my hair into a youthful ponytail and dabbed my lips with pink lipstick. I said a half-hearted prayer and walked down the stairs, ready to face the music.
Chapter Four — Gabe
“Mr. Anderson, what brings you by today?” I smiled at the older man. He was a friend of the family and also a friend to Sea Lab. I couldn’t remember how many fundraisers he’d attended, but Douglas Anderson was Destiny Beach’s most successful real estate agent and the truth was, if you wanted to buy anything in this county worth anything, you’d probably have to talk to him. Now here he was, in my office. I’d told Paul to ask the interviewees to wait and I ushered Mr. Anderson to my office.
“I don’t suppose your father has called you this morning?”
“No, sir, not yet. Is everything—” My desk phone rang and I picked it up.
“Sure, I’ll take the call. Put him through please. Hey, Dad. I haven’t forgotten about Mom, I’m picking her up this afternoon.”
“Good morning, son. No, I’m not calling you about that, although that’s good to know. I’m calling because my friend, Douglas Anderson is coming by today.”
“Yes, sir. He’s here now.”
“Good. He needs a favor and I hope you can help him. It’s not a big deal. His kid needs a job, and I told him you could help, all right?”
Flustered and confused by all this, I said, “Okay, I’ll see what I can do. Thanks for letting me know. Bye, Pops.” I hung up the phone. “You didn’t have to call my dad. I’d have been more than happy to help you out. Your daughter needs a job? How old is she, seventeen, eighteen? I think the gift shop is hiring. I can call them for you.”
“No, it’s not Mills. She’s still at