I looked back at the shore. Sebastian was giving us a thumbs-up. As we took our seats and Skye rowed us to shore, I pondered her question.
How did he know how to do all this stuff? He’d been entirely too eager to help me. He’d killed Thornton before I arrived in Hollywood. I’d spent these last few months thinking he was helping me with my quest for revenge, but had I been manipulated this whole time? Did I run into him while he was in the middle of his own murder spree?
“I kind of want to look for that movie he was talking about.”
“What movie?” I shoved my thoughts to the back of my mind with the plan of returning to them later.
“The one with the rose garden in the lake? Charles was rambling about it on the way here. I kind of want to look it up.”
“I’ve never seen it either, actually. Which is weird, considering my mom told him about it, apparently.” I picked up the notebook, tracing the faded gold lettering on the front with Charles’s name. The further I got along this journey, the more I was discovering I didn’t know Lita Reyes as much as I wished. I hated these men more and more for taking her from me. Now, I would never know these things. She hadn’t been given the opportunity to show me that movie. I flipped through the pages. Maybe this book would tell me something.
“We should just do a cabin horror movie marathon.Cabin Fever,Cabin in the Woods,Evil Dead,Evil Dead II,Camera Stays On. Iconic,” Skye rattled off as we returned to shore.
Sebastian assisted us out of the boat once we got there. The chairs were gone, as were all traces of Charles’s blood.
He was too good at taking care of crime scenes.
Red flags were being waved, but I couldn’t figure out what exactly they were. I was just as bad as he was, right?
I looked back at Skye. “That sounds great. I actually loveCabin Fever. It’s so bad, it’s good. Can we get out of here now?”
“We’re not that far from our lot, and my trailer has hot water. I need to shower. My call time is in a few hours. I’m going to be really sad once this is all over,” Skye said.
“What do you mean?” I asked, stuffing the notebook into my pocket.
“Simon Says.”
“Six,” I added.
“Six Six,” Sebastian continued.
Skye rolled her eyes.
“See! This! You guys have made filming so much fun. Bryce too. These last few months have been so amazing, life changing in so many ways. But I won’t be coming back for another one because I’m being killed off.” She paused, her eyes widening. “I just don’t want it to end and stop hanging out all the time.”
“Oh, Skye.” I threw my arms around her and hugged her tightly. “That will not happen. You’re my friend for life. We’re so fucking trauma bonded, we’re friends until the end.”
I chose my words carefully. I didn’t want to make promises I couldn’t keep. I wasn’t lying, though, when I said we’d be friends for life. Whether that was sixty more years or sixty more days.
“You want to walk with me?” Skye asked.
“Actually…” Sebastian stepped over to us, reaching for my hand. He tugged me to him, and I shivered from his sudden warmth. “I was thinking Evie and I could take the scenic route. What do you think?”
He nodded to Skye, and we started in the opposite direction at a lazy pace.
“Scenic route?” I glanced around. I’d never actually been in this part of the studio before.
“You ever see thePsychohouse?”
“As in…Norman Bates?” I asked, my eyes growing wide with excitement.
He pointed off in the distance, and I turned, exhaling. “Groovy.”
He chuckled, and we started off in the direction of the infamous house.
“Groovy.”
Chapter 48
