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Luca did the smart thing and went the fuck to bed, so it’s just us four guys left to do the questioning.
Tanner and Gabe take the two available single chairs in the room, leaving me to sit on the love seat or next to Brinley. Looking between them, I choose next to Brinley, forcing Jase to take the love seat.
I don’t trust him not to lose his shit. And I’ll be damned if he lunges at her again.
Thankfully, she’s a lot less volatile, and I can sit down without worry of her swinging out with her arm to throat punch me.
Nerdy Ninja.
That should be her superhero name.
Tanner’s running out of steam, his hair sticking out in all different directions because of the amount of times he’s run his hand through it.
Staring at Brinley with exhaustion weighing down his expression, he jumps right to the point.
“What can you tell us about all of this?”
Brinley is exhausted as well, her expression absent of animation and her voice quiet.
For twenty minutes she explains why she was present at the governor’s party, her dad requesting help with the flash drive, her friends who are attempting to decrypt the drive, her friendship with Scott and Everly … everything. It’s a massive dump of information that none of us saw coming. But it’s useful.
By the time she’s done, we’re all sitting around silent, without the slightest idea of what to do next.
A few seconds pass before she drops the final bomb.
“Are you all the reason Everly is running?”
Jase’s eyes snap her direction. “Running?”
He looks like he’s about to stand up, but I stare him down in warning. I don’t mind him speaking to Brinley, but he better be damn sure he’s respectful while doing it.
Brinley recounts the night at Myth when Everly was supposed to meet her and how Damon and my fight with Paul chased her off. She also explains that she attempted to call the number Everly had called her from, but it was already disconnected.
We go quiet again.
Gabe speaks first, his voice a bare whisper. “What the fuck is going on?”
Tanner runs a hand through his hair again, his fingers yanking at the strands.
Dropping his arm down so hard that his hand slaps against his leg, he looks defeated.
“I don’t know. And I’m not going to figure it out without sleep. Let’s call it for the night and reconvene in the morning.”
All four of our phones start pinging as if on cue.
One text followed by two more, then another.
Of course, this fucked-up day won’t end without a fucked-up grand finale.
Mason’s house was hit.
Damon and Ezra’s house was hit.
Taylor’s house was hit.
Sawyer’s house was hit.
Each one arriving home sent us the news, plus pictures of the damage.
