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“Why would she do that?”
“Because she’s a woman and we’re sometimes known to be slightly psychotic when it comes to the men we love,” Addy answered confidently.
“You were psychotic before I met you.” Zane laughed. “And that makes no sense. Why would she switch sides then?”
“She said we were slightly psychotic, not that we weren’t impartial to making shitty ass decisions,” Nyx replied. “Think about it Darrian has been alive this entire time but Ace is suddenly dead. Those wounds on his face were fresh and his body had not been in that pot very long,” she continued, saying verbatim what I had started to think since we left the farm.
“Sounds a little sketchy, Z,” Trix said.
“It does,” he mused. “If one of you could have brought this up before I left Greer alone with her it would have been appreciated.”
“Greer isn’t stupid. He would have noticed it. Worst case scenario he’ll kill the bitch before we do if she tries anything.”
Nyx looked up at me a
nd smiled. “That sounds like a best case scenario.”
I wouldn’t disagree with that if this all panned out how we were thinking. I was more concerned about this lead having come from her, though. Who knew what we were walking into.
This neighborhood reminded me of the last gated community we were in, only nicer. These houses weren’t so invasively close together and the lake didn’t smell like a cesspool.
“Do you think people live in any of these?” Nyx asked, glancing over at me.
“Maybe a few, some of these houses are definitely being looked after, but others look in bad shape.”
“He’s right look at those two.” Addy pointed towards two stuccos with overgrown lawns, one had a busted front window.
We came up on a street that split off in three separate directions leaving us with the option to go straight, left, or right.
Zane came to a stop and sighed. “How are we supposed to figure out which house is this Cardinal assholes?”
“If A-R-C is supposed to be religious then I’m guessing the one with the giant cross in its front yard.”
Eight eyes followed Nyx’ stare to the left, and there, caddy-cornered, partially hidden by an old oak tree was an off white house with a cross in its front yard.
“How the fuck did we miss that?”
“All the light’s are off, so I’m guessing that means our mystery man isn’t home,” Zane said. Adding a minute later, “Let’s go.”
With a set destination we moved a bit quicker, making our way through the silent neighborhood.
“This is not the nicest house in the area,” Addy quipped once we reached got to it, eyeing the split level from the road.
It had vines going across its front window, in major need of a trim. There was wood sticking out of the ground where a mailbox had been.
The driveway was full of cracks with weeds sprouting between them. Dirt was caked all over a once white front door. The cross seemed to be the only cared for part of the property.
“I got to agree with you, Addy. This place looks like shit.”
“You say that about every house,” Zane replied.
“Not ours.”
“It doesn’t look like it has a security system activated,” Trix pointed out.
“That’s not normal is it?” Nyx questioned. “If he’s so important why wouldn’t he have some type of safe-guard?”
“To be fair Darrian never said he was important, just that some deal he made with the Stags was. We don’t know what the fuck this is all about yet.”
