Chapter 38

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It was just past noon and Mick was bringing in the last box. As he neared the open door, he caught the tail end of what sounded like a somewhat heated conversation between Maribel and Wynn.

“—have to tell him,” Maribel was saying.

“Not until I’m certain,” Wynn replied. “I told you that.”

“He has a right to…”

Maribel must have seen Mick’s shadow in the doorway because she stopped talking. By the time he came inside, she was busily unpacking a box on the desk, putting the contents into one of the drawers.

“What do I have a right to know?” Mick asked, trying to keep the tension he was feeling from turning toanger.

Maribel chewed her lip, glancing at Wynn. He sighed, suggesting Mick put down the box before he was tempted to throw it.

“That bad, huh?” Mick set the box on the floor by the door then leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. “Spill it.”

“Remember Lionel?”