He nodded once. “We should get the last of the talk about limits out of the way.”
Good call. We had a few more question marks before we were ready to move forward.
“Excuse me!”
Nora.
She showed up next to me with her hands on her hips and her chin jutted in defiance. Her mask was much more elaborate than mine, with dark purple feathers and pearls glued on it. The mask matched her dress. Or the corset part of her dress.
I smiled lazily.
“Why are you going to interrogate me?” she demanded.
I shrugged and twisted the cap off my water. “To see if you’ve been up to no good, obviously.”
“I haven’t!”
“We’ll see.” I took a swig of my water. “Where’s your Mistress?”
“Touching up her makeup. Why? Do you want to interrogate her too?”
Well, actually…
But no. Not yet anyway.
“I’ll see you upstairs later, sweet cheeks,” I said.
She scowled at me before she stormed off.
I grinned. This was gonna be fun.
The longer Nate and I watched James and Jordan, the headier the atmosphere became. I felt a charge in the air that filled my lungs and turned me into a Predator. They were standing in the same spot, looking around. Jordan greeted fellow brat buddieswith beaming smiles and hugs, but when they moved on, he stayed put.
James had almost spotted us a couple times, but Nate and I were quick to turn around or hide behind people.
Jordan, bless him, couldn’t see much at all. He was too short.
Once we’d made it across the club, closer to where they were waiting for us, Reese texted again. So Nate and I took shelter with Walker, Ty, Lane, and Macklin.
“Fancy seein’ y’all here, my friends,” Walker said in his Tennessee drawl. His mask was similar to mine, black and gold, but his had broken pieces of mirror glass or plexi on it, matching Macklin’s mask.
We shook hands and spent a minute catching up, but I took the opportunity to read the message as soon as the attention shifted to Nate’s recent rope session.
Make that several messages instead.
Here’s what we know so far. Shay hasn’t been in contact with anyone in the community since yesterday. No texting, no DMing, no phone calls. We checked. He knows he’s a suspect. He wasn’t surprised when I told him a couple hours ago that he’d be interrogated.
Furthermore, we’ve had people at the house since seven in the morning yesterday. Before then, last members left at around two AM. That gives the graffiti stars five hours to spray down the house and throw away the evidence. The security cameras at the carport don’t show any vehicles during that time, so whoever came here did so on foot. Unless they just never left.
As for Shay, he went to bed with us a little past midnight, and he was in bed when River got up to go to the bathroom around six AM.
I talked to Kingsley too. He doesn’t believe Tate’s been involved. Tate was home with him the entire night, they went to bed together, and Kingsley woke him up in the morning. We’re still gonna interrogate him, in case he’s involved, but we don’t think he was there to spray-paint the house.
I don’t have many details on Nora and Macklin yet.
The noose was tightening around Shay, in other words.
I texted back.
