Silence settled over the room because we all knew the truth.
You could demand loyalty. Buy it. Threaten it.
But none of that meant people still wouldn’t betray you themoment it suited them. Power and money had a way of making people forget where they had come from.
Just as I was about to ask Benny if he had any updates since I’d asked him twenty minutes ago, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
I pulled it out to see Brooks’s name flashing on the screen and answered it. “What’s up?”
Brooks exhaled an annoyed breath on the other end. “Daphne is flipping out here. She’s demanding I call you because it’s an emergency.”
I rubbed my temple in irritation.
“She won’t tell me what it is until you’re here.”
“Look,” I snapped, furrowing my brows. All eyes were on me. “I don’t have time to play into your guys’ dramatic bullshit.”
“She said it’s about Blair.”
Unease crawled up my spine.
“Daphne found a note on her bed.”
My grip tightened around the phone.
“The note says,I can’t wait to kill you.”
“Fuck,” I hissed. “I’ll be right there.”
I ended the call.
“What happened?” Benny asked.
“Someone left a threatening note on Blair’s bed,” I told them. Panic settled into my stomach like deadly acid. “It said,I can’t wait to kill you.”
“Shit,” Nico hissed. “Do you need us to go with you?”
I shook my head. “You stay here and handle this. I’ll call you soon. Let me know if you get any updates.”
As I left the club, so many thoughts raced through my brain.
The shootings, Blair’s secrets, the notes.
Are they all connected to Blair?
Forty-Two
Blair
My head spunwhile I flipped through the pages of the diary.
The leather cover was delicate, and I was careful each time I turned to another entry. The paper was yellowed with age.
Whoever had owned it wrote nearly every day.
Sometimes her writing was confident. Other times, it was scribbled sloppily.
All of them were in my mother’s handwriting.
