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“So what now?”
“I’ve got a read on the room. No one’s emotions indicate they just witnessed a gruesome murder so…”
“Witnesses or suspects have already left,” I finish flatly. The prof nods tersely and I sigh.
“So back to the what now question.”
“Does this seem like the sort of place Malia would come to?” The prof asks abruptly, ignoring my question again.
“No. I thought that as soon as we came in.”
“So why was she here?”
“You don’t think she did this, do you?”
“Dead bodies seem to follow her like flies.”
“Don’t be a dick. You know it’s not her.”
“Still doesn’t explain anything though, does it?”
“Well, why not go home and interrogate her then, if you’re so suspicious?” I shake my head in annoyance. Malia didn’t do this. She’s just…unlucky. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like on her date with Cove, or when I kissed her at the beach party. It’s not her fault.
The prof damn well knows it too.
“That’s not a bad shout. Come on then. Let me pay the bill and we’ll head out.”
“We have to pay the bill for a meal we didn’t eat in a restaurant we didn’t actually visit?” I raise my brow and smirk. The prof ignores me and throws a load of notes down on the table.
“That ought to cover it. Let’s leave the same way we came in.”
I don’t need telling twice. The faster we get home, the sooner I can actually eat.
We stop at the restroom and check the prof’s guy is done. There’s no sign of him, the body, or any crime ever taking place. The room is absolutely spotless. Even the ceiling and the empty trash can.
He’s good, whoever he is.
In the back alley, the prof’s – replacement – golf cart is waiting, as if by magic. I had wondered how we would get back to the beach hut without his car, but of course, he’s thought of everything.
The ride home is long but uneventful. When we get back the house is quiet, but well-lit.
“What happened?” Bhodi pounces as soon as walk through the door. I leave the prof to explain while I fix myself a snack.
“Where’s Malia?”
“She’s in bed.” I raise a brow and Cove clarifies, “I put her in my bed. She was pretty out of it when we got back. Had to carry her in from the car.”
“All the way down the lane?”
“She’s not heavy.”
I know. I can tell even from seeing her face on screen that she’s lost a lot of weight since we met at the beach. Still looks to be losing it too. It has to be the stress. And maybe the medications they have her on. I hate it.
“What do you mean, she’s in bed?” the prof demands sharply. “Go and get her! I have questions.”
Cove gives me anis he for reallook and I return it with awhat can I say? He’s an assholeshrug. It’s Bhodi who loses his shit.
“Are you fucking insane?” he bellows before realisation dawns on his face and he forcibly lowers his tone. “That girl has been through hell the last few weeks, with tonight reaching an all time record for fucked-up shit. And you want us to go and drag her from her sleep so that you can interrogate her like some sort of power-hungry bad cop? Fucking check yourself. You let her sleep.”
