Chapter 88

The room temporarily paused. Scott’s voice was powerful; it smashed through the waiting room, bouncing off the tiles and lights, and in its wake hung a short, startled silence.

“Jayden.”

Dad’s hand was coaxing him up. “Dad, no!”

“Jayden, the prick’s right,” Dad said, so calmly that it seemed to take a minute for Mr. Peace to realise he’d been insulted. “Darren’s family need a little time right now, and we’re all whacked. You can call Scott in the morning; Darren’s safe for now, and you’re not going to be able to see him until he’s in recovery anyway.”

“But Dad…”

“No,” Dad said firmly. “Come on. Scott will call in the morning with any news, won’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Scott said, his voice dropping effortlessly into the same kind of respectful meekness that occasionally coloured the way Darren would speak to Jayden’s father. “Soon as I know anything, I’ll pass it on.”

Mr. Peace looked furious with that decision, but it let Jayden stand shakily under Dad’s insistence.