Chapter 91

Chase’s POV

Mrs. McKinsey had more composure than I’d have given her credit for. She didn’t even shake where she was seated on Gray’s bed.

His previously nonchalant facade he had on had cleared, leaving the Gray I truly knew.

I hated to do that, but it was equally a very important task.

“Why?” She asked.

“That’s what I want to find out.” I replied. Gray was shook, but that was no opportunity to disrespect his mom, so I stayed as respectful as I could be.

“Can I ask how you got your information?” She asked.

“He’d been picked up by the police, three times in the past week, with his new wife, Emma’s mom.” I said, even though Mrs. McKinsey probably didn’t know who I was referring to.

“Alright.” She said, following the story.

“He was picked up this morning too by the way.” I added. “I had a conversation with him last night,” I started the story, “it actually started with me eavesdropping on him and I heard things I shouldn’t ha