“The only thing electronically connecting me to Matthew Heinz is Ashley Mitchell’s address in my GPS. There’s no record of anything else.”
“You sure about that?”
“Yes, but feel free to have your Beaver check.”
“You didn’t keep any evidence?”
“I did, but I didn’t keep it on any devices. I won’t tell you where it is, but I will tell you that I don’t have anything you don’t already have or have access to.”
Whisker nodded. “Anything else?”
Kalani visibly swallowed. “I don’t know if Hannah’s father knows about their plan. I took care of Matthew so he couldn’t sell Hannah, but the negotiations have already been made. There’s nothing stopping Ashley from completing the sale to Trenton. If you kill me without taking care of Ashley, this will all have been for nothing.”
“What were your plans for Ashley?”
“Plan A was to send the evidence I found to her husband and a few law enforcement agencies. Anonymously, of course.”
“What was Plan B?” I asked.
“To kill her,” Kalani answered wistfully.
“All right.” Whisker tapped the torque wrench he used as a gavel on the table. “That’ll be all for now. Sugar, get the girl some clothes and let her take a shower. She’s still covered in blood, for fuck’s sake.”
“Yes, Prez.”
Fuck. I felt like an idiot. I should’ve gotten rid of her bloody clothes hours ago, but I fell asleep once she finally shut the fuck up.
“Wait!” Kalani blurted. “Can I please talk to Birdie? When are they supposed to call?”
Whisker’s eyes narrowed.
“Be glad we’re letting you talk to her when she gets here,” I said. “Don’t ask for more.”
TWELVE
KALANI
As Sugar escorted me back to his room, I tried to figure out what was going on. Something wasn’t right. Even if what they were saying was true, I should’ve heard something from Birdie. They were lying about part of the story; I just didn’t know which part or why.
Walking to the chair I’d been occupying, I sat without being told to do so. I didn’t want to argue or play games. I wanted to think.
Sugar looked at me and jerked his head toward the bathroom. “You heard Prez. You need to shower.”
“I also need clothes.”
“I’ll get something from one of the sirens.”
“The what?”
“The sirens,” he repeated. “The girls who live here and work for the club.”
“I have clothes in my truck.”
“Of course you do,” Sugar breathed. “Get in the shower.”
“Don’t you want to know where my truck is?” I assumed they hadn’t asked about it because they didn’t find keys on me. I knew better than to keep anything identifying on me.
He laughed. “We have your truck, your clothes, and your phone.”
