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I knew he knew—or at least had an idea—the second he looked at me.
I don’t normally trust people. But I’m also surgically insightful in my ability to read them. And with Spencer, I didn’t read evil or backstabbing. Truth be told, I saw him as a decent guy who just happened to be unfortunate enough to have gotten mixed up with some shitty friends at school.
So I chose to believe him when he swore up and down to me on that day that he’d never tell a soul. I chose to think that ultimately, Spencer wanted to be good, and live a good life. I chose to trust that he was smart enough to realize that if he ever even mentioned ahintof his suspicion that I was involved in the events of that night, that good life would swiftly come to an end.
Apparently, I read him right.
But I’m still here for a reason. And that reason is pulling at whatever strings I can to finally get to the bottom of who came after Dahlia and her mother.
Nasser El-Sayed and all his people are gone, thanks to Adrian. Adele doesn’t have any other obvious enemies, and neither does Dahlia.
Which is why I’m looking into that night at Knightsblood.
Spencer Campbell was smart enough to put two and two together. He also knew that Chase and I were enemies, and probably knew about that fucking sex video of a girl who I now know definitively wasn’t Dahlia, but whom Chase wanted me tothinkwas her. Which means he could probably deduce that Chase showing me that video might have led to the “accidental fire” that killed Chase and Brad.
I really don’t think Spencer himself is dumb enough to put his family and career in jeopardy by blabbing anything about his theory. But I am curious who elsebesides himmay have connected the dots on that night.
“I want to talk about that Halloween at Knightsblood, Spencer.”
He pales a little, but he sets his jaw. He exhales slowly as he stands, pacing to some shelves on the other side of his office.
“Drink?”
“No thanks.”
“Yeah, me neither,” he mumbles, turning to lean against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. He looks at me cautiously.
“Well?”
“Who was the girl?”
He winces, glancing down and away from me. “That fucking video, and that fucking bet…” He shakes his head. “We werekids, Deimos. Idiot fucking kids. And I’m not that guy anymore. I’m really not. I met my wife Sam, and I found my truth.”
It honestly isn’t that he’s covering anything. I can tell. He just really is a good man.
“I hope you get elected, Spencer.”
He scoffs. “Why, so you can plant something on me and use it to blackmail me to help your family?”
I chuckle. “No. Because sometimes, it’s a good thing when the good guys win.”
He smiles wryly. “Sometimes the good guys don’t have to win. It’s just that the bad ones have to lose.” He frowns. “In hindsight, Chase and Brad were never my friends. I want you to know that. And they were definitelynotgood guys.”
“No disagreement from me on that. But back to my question—”
“You’re with her now, aren’t you?” He eyes me. “Dahlia Roy, I mean.”
I bristle, my nostrils flaring.
“Whoa, take it easy, Deimos,” he murmurs. “But from your reaction, I can guess I’m right?” He shrugs. “Take it from me, I can see it in your eyes. It’s the same look I’d have if I was chasing down Sam’s monsters.”
He exhales. “The girl in the video is Allison Whitley.”
My brows knit. “Who?”
“She didn’t go to Knightsblood, before you ask.” His face sours a little. “She was Chase’s stepsister for a while, when her mother and his father were briefly married.”
What.
