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It was only a little after eleven so she would at least be able to get enough sleep. “Sleep, Sunshine. The aspirin and water you drank will help.”
She didn’t answer, and I looked down to see her eyes closed. Damn. She really meant it when she said she was going to sleep.
I watched the movie ‘til it was over, and she hadn’t moved an inch. Four amaretto sours were the key to Reva sleeping like the dead. I turned off the TV
and stared up at the ceiling.
Tomorrow, we were going to chase down Bunny’s ex and see if he knew anything about her death. Frost was the one who had talked to Indiana, and she had told him Bunny had broken up with him because he worked too much and never had time to see her. It didn’t sound like he had anything to do with her dying, but maybe he might be able to help point us in the direction of who had.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I managed to grab it without waking up Reva.
What in the fuck is going on there? Shit. It was King.
I hadn’t checked in with him the past couple of days. He must have heard about Bunny and wanted answers. I wished I could just ignore the message until morning, but that wouldn’t have a good outcome for me. I may have been acting as the prez, but King was still ultimately in charge.
I slipped out of bed and pressed my pillow into Reva’s arms when she squirmed. She settled onto the pillow and sighed. I hit the call button when I made it to the living room and pressed the phone to my ear.
“Shit must not be good if you’re fucking calling me,” he grunted into the phone.
“Lo,” Meg called in the background, “give the kid a break for a second.”
Meg was there with him so hopefully he wouldn’t lose his cool completely on me. She seemed to be able to reign him in when others couldn’t. She was also only one of two people who could call him by his real name without getting their head ripped off.
“You better start talking, boy, or I’m driving this fucking spaceship back to Rockton.”
That was exactly what I didn’t want to happen. “Who have you talked to?” I asked.
“Demon was talking to Frost, and he let it slip that one of the girls from the club wound up dead.”
Dammit, Frost. He was my right-hand man and had ratted me out. “Yeah, that’s about it.”
“That’s about it?” King rumbled. “You didn’t think maybe that was something you should have told me? Sultry Knights is directly connected to the club, dumbass, and someone dying is a pretty big fucking deal.”
He was right. “I was trying to get everything sorted before I called you.” That was a lie but it at least sounded good.
“Sorted,” King snorted. “Why don’t you start from the fucking beginning of what you know and I’ll be the one to tell you if you’ve got any of this shit sorted out.”
I ran down everything that had happened yesterday and today. It was quite a bit for only forty-eight hours.
“Fucking hell,” King grumbled. “A fucking mess.”
Yeah. That’s where I was when it came down to it. “We’re heading out to talk to the ex tomorrow and track down the girls who called in tonight. Hopefully, they might know something.”
“We’ll be home in two days.”
“What?” Meg shouted in the background. “We are not going home, Logan Birch!”
Hell. Meg pulled out his full name. “Someone is fucking dead, Meg. We’re going home.”
“No, we are not,” she insisted. “Hero is taking care of it. I heard everything he just told you. He’s making sure everyone is safe, and he’s trying to figure out what happened. He’s got the police involved. What are you going to do that he isn’t?”
Meg was definitely my favorite now.
“Did I ask for your opinion?” he growled.
“No, but you still got it. We are not turning around so you can go back and lord over him.” Her voice got clearer. “Hero,” she called.
“Uh, yeah?”
