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She guided me to my vanity table and got to work on my hair. We were both silent for a moment, and I watched her work in the mirror. I’d never had a friend do my hair for me. I’d gone to hair salons with friends and let hairdressers do our hair, but never had one of my friends ever sat me down like this and given me a makeover.
Rebel concentrated on a lock of hair she twirled around a curler. “Dis, I like you. So there’s something I think you need to know.”
Uncomfortable embarrassment swirled inside me. I should have known better than to get too comfortable with someone I barely knew. “That doesn’t sound good. This feels like the time my best friend told me that Oliver Brimwell didn’t actually want to date me and only asked me out because his friends dared him to.”
She screwed up her face. “The people you hang out with all sound like assholes.”
I didn’t say anything because she was kind of right. Caleb being the biggest asshole of them all.
“No, I just know something about Axel. I wasn’t the one who told the cops. I don’t snitch. But someone else might have.”
I twisted so we were facing each other. “What?”
“You ever heard of the Saint View Slayers?”
“Of course. The motorcycle club.” They’d been the guys hanging out at Psychos the last time I’d been there.
“That’s the one. Cops classify them as a gang.”
I shrugged. “So? They are one.”
She nodded. “They see it differently, but for all intents and purposes, you’re right. Anyway. The reason the cops think Axel is gang affiliated is probably because of them.”
“He was in an MC?”
She shook her head. “No. But I know he hung out with them. Went to their parties.” She hesitated. “That’s all I know for sure. But if he was hanging out with them socially, maybe he was doing other things with them…”
I mulled that over. “You know this for sure?”
“I saw him at a party with my own two eyes.”
“What were you doing at an MC party?”
She grinned. “A guy?”
“Gunner?”
She burst into laughter and threw a makeup brush at me. “No! I know I said Nash is hot, and he’s older. But there’s a big difference from Nash’s almost forty to Gunner’s sixty-five, sis.”
I let Rebel finish my makeup and then do her own. If Axel was in with the Slayers, then I needed to know more about them. If the cops were right and his death was at the hands of a gang member, then I wanted to know who. “Could you take me with you?” I asked suddenly.
“Where?”
“To the Slayers party? Next time they have one?”
She paused with her mascara wand halfway to her eye. “Ah, Dis. You don’t know what you’re asking. Let’s just get you through Psychos tonight, okay? If you can handle that—”
“Why on earth wouldn’t I be able to handle it?”
She went back to coating her eyelashes with thick, black goop. “You’ll see.”
