I sat back down burying my face in my hands.
"Well you've really done it now mate," Jason wiped up the tea Indie spilt.
"I just wanted to know that I hadn't been lied to all my life." I felt like crying.
"She'll come round eventually," he patted me on the shoulder. "You should really tell her how you feel. At least then you know where you stand and you can stop haunting yourself." I looked at him like he was going mad. "It was just an idea man! You can't help your feelings for her; I mean she's hot, even if she doesn't think so." He was right. It was killing me not knowing whether she like me back but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"So, what are we going to do about this Jon Davis then," Jason said changing the subject.
Half an hour later I had brought Jason up to date about the conversation, Mr. Davis and I had on the phone. Even though he could be highly annoying sometimes I don't know what I'd do without Jason. He agreed to help me follow up some leads I had. First of all we had to check my uncle's bank accounts. According to Mr. Davis, he had been paying someone a significant amount of money each year since my parents' death, to keep quiet I think. Accessing my uncle's accounts would be easy. He kept them all in a safe in his study and, of course I knew the combination. The difficult bit would be tracing the payment. Since he didn't trust banks and didn't believe in keeping all his eggs in the same basket, as he said, so he kept all his money in several different banks. Luckily, I had some friends in high place who were computer genius and would be able to trace the money. Hopefully.
"Jesus man! How do you know these people?" I shrugged my shoulders. I'd been distracted lately since Indie and I had that argument. Two days and still no word. "Just phone her" Jason said impatiently.
"And say what?"
"That you're sorry you didn't tell her, you wanted something solid before you said anything." I stared at him in amazement. He shrugged his shoulders. I looked at my phone that was lying on the table in front of us. "For god sake," he picked up my phone and dialled Indie's number. He looked at me before pressing call. He held my phone to his ear.
"Hi Indie, no wait don't put...Anna? It's Jason. Can you bring Indie to Reuben's please? Yes I know she doesn't want to speak to him right now but...ooo, that's a bit harsh." There was a pause and a sigh. "Just come down here please." He put the phone down. "There."
Ten minutes later the doorbell went. Jason went to answer the door while I paced the kitchen nervously. When he returned, Indie and Anna were with him. Jason stood just behind me, Indie a couple of feet in front of me and Anna leaned against the door frame with her arms folded across her chest.
"Reuben," Indie said coldly.
"Indie." We stood there just staring at each other. Well, she stared at me and I timidly looked at my shuffling feet. There was a long pause.
"Yet again, I'll interfere," Jason said huffing, "Look, he likes you, you like him and he's sorry so just kiss and make up already." Anna gave her brother evils. "What! I had to say something." I was stunned. She actually liked me? I looked at Indie. She blushed at smiled. I smiled back and like that we were back to normal, well, sort of.
Jason and I updated the girls on what we'd been up to, and like Jason, Anna was amazed about how many, helpful people I knew. Indie laughed. Just on cue, I got a text off my friend who tracked the money for me. He found some interesting things. Two years ago the payments increased, right around the time Mr. Davis first contacted me, until three months ago when they stopped completely. This was because the person my uncle was paying died and maybe not of natural causes. Perhaps this person was getting greedy and my uncle wanted him out the way. But would he really do that? What did he do that he wanted to cover up so bad?
"So you think that Mr. Davis decided to get in touch again when the person your uncle was paying died or was murdered?" Indie was lying on the sofa, her head resting on my lap.
"Yeah. It makes sense."
"In a weird way it does," laughed Jason. Just then the phone rang. I got up to answer it.
"Hi Reuben, it's Jon here, Jon Davis."
"Oh, hi. I wasn't expecting you to call."
"Look, Reuben, I think you need to know the whole truth. I haven't been totally straight with you."
"What do you mean?"
"I had to see how you reacted and as someone pointed out I shouldn't play games with you." I could feel myself getting annoyed. "I told you that your parents didn't die in a car crash, well..."
"Yes?" I said impatiently.
"This maybe hard, no it defiantly will be hard. They were killed at least, your mother was. Your father escaped but his killer didn't know." It was all too much for me. Firstly they were killed, and then my father's still alive?
"But how do you know he's still alive?"
"Because," he paused "because I am your father."