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“CCTV footage captured a black van approaching just after 9pm.”
Myvan. Double shit.
“There were no links between the two, but three weeks ago, a local charity wanting to clean up the community offered to help start the clean-up procedure. One of them found a bullet shell, turned it in to local police the same day.”
In my chest, my heart starts thumping. I can feel my skin igniting, prickling with anger. Dean doesn’t look at me. If he does, I’ll be knocking him out for what he did. His stupid decision to take on five Sodom Saviours left Beats and I bailing him out of that place, in a way we didn’t want to do. It was sloppy. We didn’t have time to clean up properly.
“And I’m guessing now they’re looking into why the van was there?” Dean says.
Mollie nods in response to Dean’s question. “The investigation has officially reopened.” She leans forward, turning over the top piece of paper, showing Dean something else. “This image shows one person in the passenger side window,” her eyes shoot to me, all condescending as shit, “even though we know more people were there.”
I huff and smirk at her.
Dean interjects before we start going at each other again. “What does this mean? Why are you showing me this?” he asks.
I stand scowling at Mollie; her eyes are burning into mine. Snatching the file from Dean’s hands, I look at the image so that I don’t have to look at that face.
The picture’s blurry. The image of my van distorted. My reg—or the one we used that day—not visible. “Yeah, why show him?” I ask, shrugging my shoulders. “Nothing here to suggest this was us.”
Mollie’s eyebrows raise and she lets out a sarcastic snort, yet again, mocking me and my question. “Because he is acriminal,” I hate the way she emphasises the word, “and has done it before.”
“That was over ten years ago. I thought your dad wiped that clean?” Dean asks her.
Mollie drops her head. “Crown Prosecution Service do not care. They’re pushing this. They suspect Rippers MC are involved and have proof that you like to burn shit. You need to stay out of trouble and find yourself someone to defend you if they choose to take you to court.”
“On what charge?”
Dean shifts on his feet as Mollie ignorantly starts packing up her things. “Right now, they’re working out why a bullet has shown up in a wreckage and trying to clear up that image. They clear it, or find any other morsel of evidence, anything that suggests a person—or people—were in that building when it went down, then you’re looking at manslaughter. Or murder, even.”
“A murder charge?” Dean asks questioningly. I can hear the panic in his tone, even though his face isn’t showing it.
“Yes, a murder charge. They know people are missing. If there’s any evidence someone died in there, you don’t stand a chance.” She swings on her jacket, shaking her arms and adjusting the collar. “Tell me, how many did you kill?”
Dean looks at me.
I give him a sharp look. “Does it matter?” I snap.
Mollie doesn’t look at me as she speaks. “Trust you not to give a shit about other people.”
I see Dean roll his eyes as he rubs his face with his hand. “So, what do I do?” he asks.
“Find someone to defend you.”
Dean eyes me again. “What, like a criminal defence solicitor?” His tone is sarcastic enough to make Mollie look at me before she looks back to him.
“Yeah, one of those.”
“I already have one.”
As she swings her bag strap over her shoulder, Mollie says, “What youhaveis very little time before the police barge through that door and arrest you.” She points to the entrance. “They’re hungry, Dean. Once they have what they’re looking for, their next stop is here.”
Mollie walks past Dean, and I move in the same direction, stopping next to him.
“Why the heads up?” Dean shouts, making her stop and turn to us.
I swear I hear her sigh. Her eyes stay fixed on Dean, the brown holes getting deeper. It looks like she’s remorseful, but I know better. “Because, although I despise the company you keep with every fibre of my being,” point proven, “you and I were friends. I made a promise that night,” she looks down quickly, “that if you needed my help staying out of trouble, you’d have it.” My heart fucking stops dead when she mentions that night. The night everything changed for me. And her. “Consider my warning as me holding up my end.”
I’m hurting, but I can’t help myself. “So you’re done? We don’t need to see you again?”
