Chapter 27

Trey

I let out a sigh of relief when he knocks twice and there's no response. But just as we're about to leave, the door creaks open, and there she is—a woman barely dressed, her pupils like big, dark saucers. Her hair is a mess, and she's so thin that her nightshirt keeps slipping off her shoulders. I notice her pulling down the sleeves, but she doesn't bother hiding the cuts and bruises on her face. Slurring her words, she asks, "What do you want?" She gives us a once-over, running her hand down J's arm, and licks her lips. "Well, hello there, handsome. What's your name?" she asks seductively.

"A minor. Don't fucking touch him," I growl, yanking him away by his elbow. "We're looking for William Thompson. Is he here?"

"Why? Are you the feds?"

"No. I'm his son," Jeremiah responds.

If we were, the guilt on her face speaks for itself.

She gives an exasperated eye roll. "Willy! There's some kids here to see you!" she shouts towards the back of the trailer.

He lets out a