Free In Seconds by Brenda Novak Page B

it?”
    “At the bank. In a safe-deposit box.”
    “I suggest you get it out.”
    She cringed at the thought of having to use it, even though he’d insisted on showing her how and making her practice. “Can this really be happening?”
    “As much as I wish I could say no…”
    He couldn’t. She understood. “I’ll get it.”
    “Great. Let me know what you hear about your Realtor’s murder. And I’ll do the same if there’s anything new on Rex.”
    She could tell he was about to hang up, but she wasn’t ready to let him go. “How’s Peyton?”
    “Fine.”
    He would’ve mentioned in his emails if anything was wrong, but it felt better hearing this assurance from his own lips. “How does she like staying home with Brady?”
    “She misses corrections, but she’ll go back when the kids are in school. In the meantime, she’s enjoying a period of less stress. She’s still handling the books at the office, the advertising and some of the scheduling.”
    “Are you guys ready for the new baby?”
    “As ready as we can be. I just hope it doesn’t go like last time.”
    Last time, Peyton had miscarried at seven months, and losing the baby had devastated her, devastated them both. Because of endometriosis, she’d had difficulty getting pregnant at all. And Vivian hadn’t been there for any of it. She could hardly believe so much had happened in the past two years. It seemed like only yesterday that she was living in Colorado, a scant five miles from the prison, hoping and praying her brother would survive until he could be exonerated. “It won’t,” she said. “This little girl will make it.”
    “I keep imagining her just like Mia.” Then he asked about the kids, Pineview, her love life, and she pretended to have one. When the conversation wound down, she said, “Do you ever miss Mom?”
    Their mother was a subject they usually avoided. But Vivian felt guilty for secretly keeping in touch with “the enemy.” And she couldn’t help wondering how Virgil felt about their mother these days. Was he softening at all? Should they soften? In a situation like this, was there ever a point when the past should be left in the past?
    “No.” His clipped tone indicated that he didn’t want anything to do with Ellen, and she couldn’t blame him. Ellen had ruined his life when she went after her then-husband’s life-insurance policy, which she’d received. Whether or not she’d really instigated his murder had never been firmly established, but the fact that she hadn’t done more to help police uncover the true culprit, that she’d allow her son to go to prison instead, was unbelievable, unforgivable.
    And yet, Vivian sometimes missed Ellen terribly. It wasn’t as if she had a father she could turn to. Cole Skinner had gone on his merry way shortly after she was born. She’d heard from him a total of three times in her entire life.
    “I don’t miss her, either,” she lied. Then she told him she loved him and hung up.
    “Who was that?”
    Mia stood a few feet away. Vivian wanted to admit it was her brother, but that would only spark more questions. “A friend.”
    A sad expression appeared on Mia’s face. “Why are you crying?”
    Dashing a hand across her cheeks, Vivian struggled to contain her emotions. What was wrong with her? She was usually stronger than this. “I miss him.”
    Sidling close, Mia lowered her voice. “Was it Rex?”
    She remembered him. Vivian managed to smile through her tears as she hugged her daughter. The Crew had cost her the life she’d built in Colorado and Washington, D.C. She wouldn’t let it cost her what she’d created here. She’d go to the bank as soon as she dropped Mia off at ballet and get the gun Virgil had purchased for her—and then she’d defend herself and her childrenagainst anyone who threatened them. They had to stop running sometime. “That wasn’t Rex, honey, but I miss him, too,” she murmured into her daughter’s hair.
    Mia cupped her face