debated how much to tell her mother. Shewasnât sure whether Isadora knew about her husbandâs involvement with the mob. Her parents had never talked finances or business affairs in front of their children. Haley herself would never have known about the shady side of the family business if curiosity hadnât made her dig deep during those two summers sheâd worked in the offices of the Mercado Brothers Paving and Contracting.
As it turned out, Isadora was all too aware of her husbandâs involvement in his brotherâs schemes. Her fingers gripped Haleyâs brutally as she pinpointed the reason for her daughterâs flight with uncanny accuracy.
âFrank threatened to expose your father, didnât he?â
Still, Haley hedged. Sheâd given up her family and the only home sheâd ever known to protect her dad. It went hard against the grain to admit the truth, even now.
âTell me, Haley.â
âYes, he did.â
âI knew it had to be something like that. You wouldnât just disappear without good reason. Thank God you got away from that bastard. At least youâre safe. Frank canât beat you to bring your father into line.â
Haley reeled in shock for the second time in less than ten minutes. âFrank did this to you?â
âOh, it was made to look like a mall parking lot mugging, but Frank was behind it. He wanted to let your father know he couldnât disobey orders from the family anymore.â
No wonder one of Frankâs goons sat outside the door. He was there to make sure Isadora Mercado didnât tell her story to the police. Resolve hardened inside Haley. Cold. Unwavering. Lethal.
âIâll see he pays for this. Whatever it takes, Iâll see that he pays.â
âFrank, or your father?â
The bitterness in her motherâs voice shocked Haley into silence.
âYour father dragged us into this mess,â Isadora said, baring her soul to her daughter for the first time. âYou. Me. Ricky. All of us. Iâve been telling him for longer than I can remember that anyone who swims with barracudas will eventually get bloodied. Your fatherâs in deep now, Haley. Too deep for you or Judge Bridges or anyone else to save him.â Pain that had nothing to do with her bruises crossed her face. âSo is Ricky.â
âOh, no! Rickyâs working with Uncle Carmine?â
âI think so. He wonât talk to me. He wonât talk to anyone. Heâs turned so hard and distant since he broke off his friendship with Luke and Tyler and the others.â
âThis is all my fault. I should never have tried to get away by faking my death. Iâll come home, Mom. Iâll make things right.â
âNo!â Isadoraâs voice rose to a frightened croak. Clutching her daughterâs fingers in agitation, she protested vehemently. âNo, you canât come home. I canât bear it if Carmine and Frank sink their claws into you like they have Johnny and Ricky. Please, Haley. Please go back to London. Today. Tonight. Let me know at least one of my family is safe and happy.â
Haley tried to calm her.
âIâll be careful, Mom. But I need to try to straighten out the mess my disappearance caused.â
âYou canât. Donât you understand, itâs too late for you to save your father. Too late for Ricky. Go back to London. Promise me youâll go back to London.â
In her heart Haley knew her mother was right. If she came home now, Frank would wreak a diabolic revenge for her attempt to escape him. Not just on Haley, but on her family. She was caught in a trap of her own making.
âAll right,â she promised, her throat aching. âIâll go back to London.â
âToday?â
âTomorrow. Today Iâm going to spend as much time with you as I can.â
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Mother and daughter said goodbye at nine-thirty that evening, with whispered