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“I don’t know what you’re thinking.” I look between the two of them. “So, how about you guys let me in on your secret?”
“It’s not a secret,” Hunter informs me. It’s hard to read his expression due to the fact that the only light in the cab comes from the moon and the neon signs. It gives everything this eerie glow, as if we’re in a horror movie. “We’re just thinking that the bar fight probably wasn’t accidental.”
“Someone probably set it up so the guy could grab you,” Jaxon adds, opening and flexing his hand and bouncing his knee up and down. “It pisses me off that people just keep grabbing you.”
“I’ll second that,” I mumble, sinking back into the seat. “I was about to punch him, too, but then he started talking, and I decided to hear him out. Although, I don’t know why he acted like he knows me. I don’t know him … I don’t think … Or maybe I do and just can’t remember. He did say something about me not remembering, but I don’t know from where or how …” I waver. “It’s kind of creepy, right? The stuff he knew about me? And the card?”
“Absolutely.” Hunter gives a short, considering pause while dragging his tongue ring along his teeth. “Can I see the card?”
Nodding, I hand it to him. He takes it from me, digs out his phone, and then searches the address and phone number on some sort of app he has.
“The phone number isn’t listed,” he mumbles. “That doesn’t mean it’s completely untraceable. It just means that it’ll take longer.”
Something dawns on me. “This sounds an awful lot like what you told me about that unknown caller that was sending me all those messages.”
“You think it might be the same person?” Jax questions, shifting his weight closer to me, causing his scent to flutter in the air around me.
I waver. “I don’t know … Possibly. But the messages and this guy were giving out a totally different vibe. The messages sounded more threatening, whereas this guy seemed like he wanted to help me.”
“That’s the start of every stranger-danger story,” Hunter mutters with a frown as he sets his phone down.
“Yeah … I guess.” I ravel a strand of my hair around my finger. “Still … maybe we should see what this club is? It wouldn’t hurt, right?”
Hunter and Jax both hesitate.
“The address is unlisted.” Hunter is mostly speaking to Jax. “However, I think one of us should at least go check it out. Maybe tomorrow after school or something.”
I raise my hand. “I wanna go.”
Jax opens his mouth then closes it. I have a feeling he was about to say no, but he told me he wasn’t going to tell me what to do anymore, so he stopped himself.
“Maybe we could all go,” Hunter suggests, putting his keys in the ignition. Then he starts the engine up, leaving puzzlement to web through me.
Are we leaving?
But he simply turns on the heater then rolls the window down. An engine grumble later, Benton appears at the window with a small backpack in his hand.
“Sorry that took me so long,” he tells Hunter as he drops the bag through the window and into Hunter’s lap. Then he crouches down so he’s at eye level with Hunter. “But I have a proposition for you. One that could get you a lot of cash quickly.”
Hunter picks up the bag and hands it to me. I can hear glass bottles clinking together as I take it.
“I’m listening,” Hunter says to Benton.
Benton glances around at the parking lot. Some people have left, but a lot are still loitering around, smoking, drinking, and basically just hanging out outside of the bar. Some dude is even howling at the moon, totally on something.
“I need a place to hold a party,” Benton says as he returns his gaze to Hunter. “Tomorrow night. And I was thinking I could use your house.”
Hunter rests his hands on the steering wheel. “Dude, we’re not party event holders.”
“Dude, I’m not asking you to be,” Benton mocks. “I don’t want you to just let me hold a party at your house. I’m trying to be a little bit evasive since I’m not quite sure how much she knows about what you guys do.” He nods his head at me.
“She knows everything,” Hunter replies with a shrug. “We’re actually having her work for us.”
“Really?” Benton comments with a look of intrigue on his face.
I sense Hunter and Jax stiffen at that, but I’m not sure why.
“Okay. Then I’ll just lay my proposition out there,” Benton says, digging a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. “I want you to set up some massive security so I can spy on the entire party.” He pops a cigarette into his mouth and lights up, smoke circling around his face and snaking into the cab.
