She hiccupped. “I’ve been in this industry a long time. I just speak the truth.”
“Right. Well, let’s talk about how true that is when you wake up.” Sebastian plopped into the driver’s seat and pulled out a syringe.
“Wha—”
He plunged it into her neck, injecting a tranquilizer into her blood. Heather went limp. He tossed the syringe into his glove compartment then started the car. “Groovy.”
“Where did you get that?” I asked. He’d told me he was going to sedate her, but he hadn’t said how.
“I was in a movie with horses and made friends with the wrangler. He was a drug dealer on the low and used to give us all ketamine as a ‘sample.’ I never sampled, so this has been in my cabinet for a while.”
I stared out into the dark, surprised again by another secret in this dark town. “What now?” I asked as he pulled onto the highway.
“It’s not a movie, but you’ve seenDexter, right?”
HEATHER ROUSED TOlife a few hours later, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
She flinched at the harsh light over her head.
“What the—” She tried to move and quickly realized that she’d been restrained with plastic wrap. “Sebastian?” she whimpered.
I stood in the corner as Sebastian stepped out of his, looking like the titular TV character.
My heart pumped wildly, admiring how good he looked in the tight olive thermal and cargo pants. He walked to her, plucking the apron off a hook and making sure she watched him put it on.
My stomach hitched with anticipation. While I had looked away when he’d torn apart Glenn’s body, I planned to watch this.
“What are you doing? Why am I here?” She fought the restraints, but it was useless. Sebastian and I had used a metric fuckton of the plastic. Even the Hulk couldn’t get out of it.
“See those?” He pointed his black leather–gloved hands at the wall. She turned her head as much as she could and squinted, trying to see the images. He really was having hisDextermoment—and as much as it scared me, I wanted this for him. After what he’d told me on the way to the restaurant, he deserved it.
Heather was an asshole.
“Those are the people you pushed me to sleep with. Do you remember any of them?”
Heather’s wide eyes turned to slits in an instant, and she stopped fidgeting. She narrowed her eyes, and her blown-out lips attempted to sneer.
“Pushed you?” She laughed. “Hardly. I seem to remember you being more than eager to get on your knees for a bigger role. I may have suggested it, but you didn’t hesitate.”
“What were my choices, Heather? If I didn’t do what you sent me to do, not only did I not get the job, but I knew these men’s secrets and could’ve been blacklisted. I had little choice.”
“Did you get off?”
Silence filled the room. Sebastian’s eyes flicked to me, and I pushed myself deeper into the corner. I’d told him over and over in the car that none of it mattered. Erections and orgasms were just biological responses. They were not an indicator of consent. Putting his hand in his back pocket, he pulled out one of my knives, revealing it to Heather.
She paled.
“You lied. Tonight, at dinner. I know you remember Evie. Tell the truth.”
She scoffed. “Is that what all this is about? Because I was a bitch to your boring girlfriend over drinks?”
“You broke us up,” he accused.
“What?” She squinted, as if trying to recall, and then her eyes widened again as her lips formed anO.
“Wes. You deleted the voice message Evie sent me and crafted a reply with someone else so that I’d never know.”
Heather was silent, albeit squirmy. “So?”
