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Those don’t exactly sound like accurate numbers, but it also wouldn’t surprise me if they were.
Cam comes back out, looking a little less like a zombie as he walks over to where Mali’s sitting. He bends down and kisses the top of her head, and I don’t miss the way her cheeks pink because of it.
With one last eye roll meant for her, I follow Cam out the door. We make our way downstairs, and I’m just about to open my mouth when he stops me.
“No,” he says. “I know what you’re about to say, and I don’t want to hear a word about it.”
I open the passenger side of his Jeep and climb in. “That’s fine. As long as you don’t ask why Laiken is asleep inmybed.”
For a second, it looks like he wants to change his mind, but he decides against it. “Deal. It’s too fucking early for this.”
I REMEMBER BEING ATthis apartment. There’s no way I could ever forget the way we stepped inside and closed the door before turning at least thirteen different locks, going all the way down the damn thing. So, as we stand here, looking at the door that’s left partially open, I know what’s insidecan’tbe good.
“Do we go in?” Cam asks.
I shrug, not really knowing what other option we have. It’s not like we’re going to call the police. And he must be thinking the same thing I am because he pushes the door the rest of the way open.
It’s a total shitshow.
Things are thrown everywhere. Computers monitors are ripped from the desk and shards of ceramic from broken plates lie all over the place. Whatever happened in here, there was definitely a struggle. Little nerd did not go down without a fight.
If we had any hopes of at least getting into his computer, that dies when we notice it’s gone. All of the wires remain, but the actual tower is missing. Whoever was here must have taken it with them.
“H,” Cam says, tapping my arm.
“What’s up?”
I spin around to see what he’s looking at, and that’s when I see it. Large letters on the one wall, looking like they were written in blood.
Hope you don’t mind.
I needed to borrow this one.
But don’t worry, you’ll see him again soon. ;)
Since the day I left,there have been plenty of moments filled with false hope… Dreams that felt real enough to make me cry when I woke up, because they weren’t. But waking up in the house I shared with Hayes has to be the worst. For a good thirty seconds, I actually let myself believe that maybe it really was just a bad dream.
But then reality sets in like it always does.
I sit up, running my hand through my hair and cringing when my fingers get stuck in the knots. It takes a minute for me to remember what happened last night, but once I do, I sit there as it all replays in my mind.
Oh. My. God.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me? Sure, it was a drunken mistake, but it was one that should’ve never been made. Hayes has made it obvious that he’s not exactly happy that I’m back. He’s clearly struggling with it. And yet, here I am, infiltrating his space like I have some kind of right.
Footsteps come toward the door and my breath hitches, expecting Hayes to come walking in, but I let it out when Nolan knocks and peeks her head in.
“Can I come in?” she asks.
I nod. “Yeah, of course.”
She pushes the door open and walks in, climbing onto the bed where I spent all my best nights in. God, being in this room again is the cruelest form of torture. I was hoping the next time I woke up in this bed it would be with Hayes by my side.
But as I look around, the only sign he was ever in here is a small piece of paper on the nightstand beside me.
Went with Cam to find the hacker.
Lock up when you leave, please.
