The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 246

Jay heard the news about Susan on his way back.

He’d grown up alone, an orphan, but Susan had always treated him like family. She’d check up on him, make sure he was eating well, worry if he came home late, and put together a midnight snack for him. When his guys screwed up and paid the price, Susan was the one who patched them up, though she never tried to butt in on how he ran things.

Susan really was the best. He had nothing but respect for her.

If that drunk driver was just a scapegoat, then who could’ve hated Susan enough to kill her like that?

Franco stubbed out his cigarette, then looked back at Jay. “Grab the security footage from every camera you can find near the morning market. Have your guys handle it. You need to rest.”

Jay still hadn’t cleaned up after his run-in with Abbot in the middle of the night. There was dirt and grass on his legs. He’d come straight here to see Franco, not even bothering to change or shower.

“Understood.”

After seeing Susan’s family off, Petty stayed where she was. The sun was out, but it didn’t feel warm at all.

She couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday evening, when she’d rushed outside to find Franco. Susan had chased after her, worried she’d get cold, and put a coat over her shoulders. Less than a day later, Susan was gone.

In only a few days, Petty had lost two people close to her.

It hurt, tight in her chest, and she felt her eyes prickle with tears.

Right then, a black sedan pulled into Misty Vale and slowed to a stop in front of the big courtyard.

The second the door opened, a big German Shepherd jumped out, tongue lolling, black fur shining in the sunlight. It bounded toward them, unstoppable.

“General!” All that sadness on Petty’s face shifted into pure, surprised happiness.

General was still a couple steps away when he launched himself at her. Petty barely had a second to react—she flung her arms around him, but the force almost knocked her off her feet.

She laughed, crouched down, and gave General’s head a good pat, mouthing to him, Not heavy, just super healthy.

Jackson looked her way. “Mr. White—” He hesitated, glancing at Franco, maybe remembering when Franco told everyone the White family didn’t have a lady of the house. “Franco, what should I call her?”

Franco didn’t look back. “Whatever you want.” He was already heading for the house.

Petty called softly, “Jackson, just call me what you always have, okay?”

Jackson nodded. “Alright, Petty.”

Franco, already a few steps away, curled his hand into a fist by his side.

Jackson explained, “I heard about Susan. With Misty Vale this big, someone needs to keep things in order. I called Franco to see if he wanted some help, and he asked me to come down.”