LOGINOther than a few awkward stares, and the notes of condolence from some teachers and staff, my first day back at school since my grandparents death was weirdly normal.
My grandparents, David and Eleanora Grant, were a big part of New York's elite, and were locally famous for their contributions to the arts and a wide range of city improvement projects. Our family name was on half of the hospital buildings, orphanages, and museums in town. We were an old money family who had lived in New York since before the American Revolution.
But they were not like modern celebrities who flash their wealth and influence as a public flex. They were old-time classy, and so their death didn't draw the national attention you might see for a more well known name. Because of who they were in our social circle, almost every family in our school knew that they had passed, but the det
Other than a few awkward stares, and the notes of condolence from some teachers and staff, my first day back at school since my grandparents death was weirdly normal.My grandparents, David and Eleanora Grant, were a big part of New York's elite, and were locally famous for their contributions to the arts and a wide range of city improvement projects. Our family name was on half of the hospital buildings, orphanages, and museums in town. We were an old money family who had lived in New York since before the American Revolution.But they were not like modern celebrities who flash their wealth and influence as a public flex. They were old-time classy, and so their death didn't draw the national attention you might see for a more well known name. Because of who they were in our social circle, almost every family in our school knew that they had passed, but the det
An hour later, I was standing next to my sister, our family, a matching set of dark statues. My father had made sure I looked as impeccable as the rest of us, and I was so thoroughly drugged, I almost needed a stick to prop me up. My sister and mother, black lace veils covering their faces, had more freedom of expression, but if anyone were to remove them, they’d see the same stoney faces that my father and I wore openly.The turmoil in our hearts and minds was perfectly masked by designer clothing and blank faces, ready to face the public.We were the Grants. And on that day, we were united.As we stood next to their caskets, a memorial photo from their wedding in black and white hanging on the wall above us, we stood in a line to accept the condolences of all of New York City’s elite. Altho
[Hunter]Reggie gave us a lift to the hospital in his brother's old Ford Focus. We didn't say anything on the way, the three of us were too stunned.While I was off playing cops and robbers with my fake friends, my grandparents were lying in a street bleeding out. While the police were busy searching for me for breaking into Vandersteele Tower, only a handful of blocks away at Lincoln Center my grandparents were being assaulted by real criminals who left them to die in an alley.They had tickets to Swan Lake, the same ballet performance I had said yes to every year except for this one. If I hadn't been hanging out with Debrassy, robbing a building his family already owned, I could have been there with them. They wouldn't be dying right now.The entire ride there, all I could think about is how different it would have been if I had gone to that ballet with them. Would those monsters who got their rocks off attacking old people have lifted a hand against them if they had seen a tall
Janey sat in front of a wall of monitors stacked tall and wide, framing my older sister in their cool white glow. She looked comfortable and relaxed sitting next to my school friend, wearing a headset with little kitty ears and custom microphone and pastel colored-sweats while eating red-hot chips with chopsticks, a bluetooth keyboard on her lap. She didn’t look like a law-student off to Stanford in a few months. She looked like a college gamer girl. And like Reggie–far too comfortable. Leaning against an oversized pillow, she grinned at me and answered, “Well we were doing a bit of gaming while I was helping Katie with a project, but then you had to almost get yourself arrested,” she frowned. “Really, Hunter. I love you, but breaking into Vandersteele Tower wasn’t one of your best ideas.” “I thought you were going out with your friends tonight,” I accused, remembering her with the socialite squad on her way out of our joint party. She is only 20, but that’s never stopped her from
Reggie drove me not over to his place, like I was expecting, but to Katie’s place on the upper west side. I hadn’t been there before, partly because it was a rough neighborhood, and partly because I had never been invited. Katelyn Rose and her twin brother Ace were a bit of a mystery. The Rose family wasn’t one of the illustrious clans of New York, but they had more than enough money and influence to have their children in one of the finest private academies in the state. I’ve been told that for ordinary folk, the waiting list to get in was so long that people signed their children up in utero.Katie and Ace were never flashy or tacky, never showing off their cash, but always had the best of everything. Poor kids, no matter how lucky, can’t afford $3,000 leather loafers and bespoke uniforms to wear to school. But nobody knew what the Rose family actually DID to make their money. RoseThorn Tech was a small company at this time, not the Fortune100 company it would become under Katelyn’
My body froze.Here I was, dressed like the criminal that I just became, holding the evidence of my crime “red-handed” only a few hundred steps from the scene, glass decorating the inside lining of my hood. My head darted from side to side. Didn’t Debrassy say that he’d be here, that the whole reason he left early was so that he and the crew could get the van?Where the hell was he?And then I remembered his warning, that if I didn't make it out in time he'd leave me. But I had set an alarm, I made sure I was here on time. I wasn't late.He also said that he and his crew had handled the security system, but obviously they missed something because I must have triggered an alarm. It couldn't have been from breaking the glass. That wasn't even 5 minutes ago. The cops had to have been on their way before then.But I didn't have time to think it through. The answer would come to me eventually.What I needed to do was get out of there before the police noticed me. I just needed to act casua







