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I turn my phone back on, letting it go crazy with messages I don’t have time to read. Instead of wasting these last few minutes, I kiss her, letting her know I love her even if she is choosing to finish this.
My head is still spinning with a thousand conflicting arguments as to why this is wrong or right, but I refuse to give her up.
“Later,” I say against her lips.
“Later,” she whispers back.
Hadley and I leave and head to her vehicle, and I take in her disheveled hair and realize…that house has only two bedrooms.
“I thought you were gay,” I say as she works from her laptop in the passenger seat in the silver car she got from who knows where.
“I told you I wasn’t. I’ve always liked guys and girls…but you know what? Let’s have this conversation later. Whatever is bugging Donny has me worried.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing,” I say dismissively.
It’s not until we’re almost back at the cabins that I realize I never got an answer to the question I asked Lana about the original serial killer.
But the look in her eyes told me she knows.
Chapter 9
Everything’s fine today; that is our illusion.
—Voltaire
LANA
“Showtime?” Jake asks as I walk into the living room. My hair is pulled back, my combat boots are on, and my red shirt is the only pop of color on the otherwise black apparel.
“Final countdown.”
I take out the paintbrushes, pull up my hoodie, and grab two cans of paint.
“You take the east, and I’ll take the west. I’m assuming you know what that meeting is about?” Jake asks.
“Yeah. It’s what we predicted from the start. Johnson and the director are about to railroad the entire investigation. Johnson has his target, which happens to be Diana’s son, despite his numerous alibies and the fact he’s states away.”
“And dating a damn fancy lawyer who will give them hell before they ever even think about arresting him,” Jake adds with a smirk.
“It’s almost anti-climatic how predictable they all are.” I feign a sad sigh, but he doesn’t smile the way I expect him to.
“I’m having reservations about the final leg of the plan. I think we should just leave and let the fireworks happen instead of you risking yourself.”
I quirk an eyebrow at him, ignoring all the festering emotions that are aching inside my chest. Today, Logan will leave. Tonight, Logan will be free to forget me.
His life will go on, and he’ll eventually just see this as a blemish in his otherwise flawless character.
“I’m not risking anything but them surviving if we deviate now, Jake. Have a little faith. I’m better than them. They’ve not even laid a hand on me.”
His lips thin, and his gaze flicks to the bullet graze on my bandaged cheek, but he doesn’t argue as we pack our separate vehicles with the paint.
“Quit dawdling. We have an entire town to terrorize,” I say when I know he’s about to press the issue.
He’s worried about me surviving.
I see a life too empty to be concerned with the notion of survival.
Chapter 10
