“How do you get in?”
Tommy’s gaze drops to the knife, the Adam’s apple on his skinny throat bobbing as he swallows. “You have to make a sacrifice.”
Wright looks over at me, the unease in her face matching the creeping feeling crawling up my spine. “What sort of sacrifice, Tommy-boy?” Wright asks.
“Just fucking let me go!” Tommy freaks, pushing the knife away and trying to stand but Wright hooks her arm around his neck and holds him tight. His face bulges.
“Any more questions?” Wright asks me.
My gaze darts up and down the street. We shouldn’t be doing this out here in the open and I could really do with no longer smelling Tommy’s piss, but I do have one more question. If Flynn is targeting members of this society, then Tommy might be my best shot at figuring out which senator the message Flynn got was referring to.
I get up the list of male state senators I found earlier on my phone and show their photos to Tommy. “Were any of these men in the society?”
Wright pinches Tommy’s cheeks, holding his face steady as I scroll through the images. When I get to Senator Claren recognition flares in Tommy’s eyes.
“Him?” I ask.
Tommy spits at my screen.
I grimace, pinching my phone between two fingers as I wipe my hand on my pants. “I’m going to take that as a yes.” I catch Wright’s gaze. “You can stop uh, being all vigilante now.”
She pouts at me but lets Tommy go.
He scrambles away from Wright, pressing his back against the fence and screaming after us. “Fucking crazy bitch!”
Wright just smiles and wiggles her fingers at him.
“Yeah, because that makes you look totally sane,” I mutter as we reach the car.
Wright shrugs and flicks her knife closed. “Sanity is overrated.”
We get in the car and I let out a breath, my whole body trembling now that it’s over.
Olivia looks up from her laptop. She puts it to one side and signs “Did Wright go psycho on him?”
I laugh a little. “Well, he pissed himself.”
Livi grimaces.
“We got what we needed though.” I force in a few more calming breaths then grab a tissue to wipe my phone clean.
Senator Claren smiles up at me. He looks like your classic family man with neatly trimmed hair and pearly white teeth, but goosebumps prick my arms. If my instincts are right, then I’m looking at Flynn’s next victim.
15
VIRGIN MOJITOS
Flynn
Hope’scalligraphic handwriting flows across the page. In the back of my mind, she huffs in annoyance.
You know most people would feel guilty reading their sister’s diary.
“Most people aren’t sociopaths,” I mutter. Guilt is one of those social emotions with which I have a somewhat long-distance relationship. So far though, the diary has failed to give me any information on Claren. The only person mentioned with any regularity is a guy she was dating but she never gives his name. Naturally, I’ve been calling him Dick.
Speaking of dicks, the door to my basement hideaway pushes inward and Lachlan strides in. He drops a file on my desk next to where my feet are resting.
I sit up, my toes hitting the black rug. “You know it’s polite to knock.”
