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She scoffs. “You know the cops are looking for you, right? They know you killed Josiah. It’s all over the news, and if you looked up from your fucking phone to pay attention to the world around you, maybe you’d know that.”
My stomach drops.
“How do they figure it’s me?” I ask.
“They have a sketch of you. It looks just like you, except maybe a little less attractive, so you’re lucky that way. But there’s definitely a homicide investigation against you, and you need to get the fuck out of here before they figure out you’re hanging out at the same club Josiah practically lived at,” she replies, regaining her confidence as the tears stop flowing.
She’s right.
Not knowing how else to calmly acknowledge the manhunt after me, I slowly turn around and walk toward the back door that connects the club to the apartments. I didn’t think to do through Cambria’s apartment when I was already up there, but now that I know she left on purpose, I might be able to find a reason why.
I text James and Isaac to meet me at her apartment, and when they arrive, we immediately begin to tear through what remains. We rip open the mattress, open every cabinet, and even look for clues inside the air vents, but we don’t find a single thing pointing to her location.
“Fuck!” I shout, throwing the mattress across the room.
“Should we check the trash outside? We might find a receipt or something,” James suggests.
It’s not the worst idea, so we head down to the dumpsters outside. Cambria’s the only one who uses actual trash bags and not grocery bags in her bathroom, so her garbage is easier to spot than anyone else’s. I always thought it was weird and a little neurotic, but right now, I’m more than grateful for it.
We find three trash bags from her bathroom, and when we tear them open, the first thing that falls out is an empty pregnancy test box.
Oh, shit.
Suddenly, I’m compelled to dig through the rest of the bags like an insane person until I finally find it: a positive pregnancy test.
It takes me a minute to make sure I can stand on my own two feet without passing out. Isaac and James stand across from me, awkwardly waiting for me to say something.
“I found the reason she left. This is it. This is why she left,” I say more to myself than either of them.
I run over to my car, not certain of my destination but determined to get as fucking far away from this place as possible before the cops figure out where I am. A murder case right after the disappearance of one of the dancers here puts me right in the center of twenty-five to life. If I don’t move fast, everything I’ve ever worked for will burn up in front of my eyes.
Just as I’m about to pull my car out of the parking lot, I notice an unfamiliar man standing outside the door of the apartments. He appears to be looking over the tenant names on the mailboxes.
I want to assume that he’s just a jealous ex-boyfriend of one of the dancers, but there’s no way to tell whether or not he’s an undercover cop who’s here to find me and take me to prison.
I take one last look at him before I speed away. The sunglasses scream cop, but I’m not going to stay long enough to find out.
Whether I find Cam or not, I know I can’t be here.
