We need his money

LYNN'S POV

"Have you heard back from that Piper guy yet?" Lane asked as he sat beside me at the kitchen island. He had insisted on coming home with me, and said it wasn't safe right now.

Luis was in the living room watching Project Runway, yelling at the TV. I couldn't think straight and tried to call anyone I could that would be able to help. Aunt Rose didn't answer, and neither did Micky. That Piper guy had answered earlier and said he was on it, but I haven't heard a word since. I was going stir crazy not hearing a thing.

"No, not yet," I finally replied. "What do you have over there?" I peered at the laptop in front of him. He was looking up the extradition process and how to possibly stop it when he was only a minor during his first charges.

"Not much either. It's all a bunch of legal mumbo-jumbo but I found an attorney who can help."

"Good, call him."

I slipped off my bar stool and went for the fridge. I knew I probably shouldn't be drinking right now but I couldn't help it. My