"What was that?" Jacob touched my knee. His hazel eyes were brimming with concern.
"It's Luc. She's drunk." I did not want to tell him that she wanted to tell me something. It was personal.
He pursed his lips, staring ahead. "She is always drinking in school," he said in a whisper, "it's not casual drinking either. Her flasks are always in her bag."
"She has a penchant for alcohol."
"Where is she?"
"Ranges," I replied then asked, "why did James call?"
"He was just checking up on me." I did not know brothers checked up on each other.
"Can you take me to Ranges? Just drop me there?" My voice sounded distant.
"Of course. I would like to see her too." He slipped his phone out of his pocket. "I'll text James to meet us there."
Jacob parked in front of the club. The yellow Mercedes stoo
