Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
He bares his teeth, speaking hard and slow. “It wasn’t me.” He rakes his hand through his blond hair. “Maybe Hugo thought he could cause one more stir on his way out. I don’t know…”
Someone tipped off the police, but it was more than that.
“They wouldn’t have taken him in handcuffs without evidence,” I point out. “They would’ve just questioned him here.”
The Doran brothers seem to always be one step ahead. Then, there’s Drew Reeves. I’m sure he still has a friend at the police station he can leak info to.
And how many people at Green Street know the stories? It could be anyone.
“What was in the locker?” Farrow asks the group.
“It was a little more than a locker,” Hunter tells him. “It was a storage unit.”
“And it’s for rehabilitating the town, not for you,” Aro bites out to Farrow.
He folds his arms across this chest. “I am this town, and I have more of a right to it than any of you.”
Aro is from Weston, but she no longer lives here. Neither do her siblings.
But she does have friends here, so she’s still invested.
“You can duke it out with Lucas.” Hawke taps away on his phone, refusing to look at Farrow. “There’s a reason the Doran brothers put it in his hands and not yours.”
I’d gotten enough from Lucas on the way home earlier. Manas left a note at the firehouse. Lucas still had it on him.
I’d spoken to Deacon, but now we know… They’re both alive, here, and continuing to keep tabs on what’s happening.
Just like her.
Whoever had Lucas arrested tonight wanted him out of the way. I need to be able to move fast if there’s danger.
“I want my Jeep,” I say. I need my own transportation.
“I’ll give you a ride,” Farrow offers, walking toward me. “Lucas said to stay close to you.”
Dylan picks up her crossbody purse. “We’re coming with you.”
“No.” I pick up my keys off the little table by the door. “I’ll be right back. Just stay here.”
Farrow won’t talk the whole time. I need to think right now.
Farrow swings the door open, letting it bang into my table as he stomps out before me. I follow, shutting the door behind me.
I climb into his truck, pulling my hair up into a ponytail as we drive off. I glance in my rearview mirror, knowing the Dodge is there before I even see it.
We coast down the hill, and I almost think no one’s inside because it doesn’t move from the curb.
But then…it pulls out, headlights still off as it follows us.
I don’t know if Farrow sees it, but I’m not going to tell him. It’s not following him.
Windows down, I lean my head back, feeling the breeze cool my scalp.
Farrow’s tires roll over the drainage vents, telling me we’re on the bridge, and I reach over and pick out a penny from the cup holder in Farrow’s truck. He watches me fling it out the window.
I’d blown it off several times since I moved to Weston, and I don’t believe that’s to blame for everything wrong right now, but it certainly hasn’t done me any good to ignore the tradition, so… At most, it won’t even cost me four dollars a year. I’ll grab some for my own supply when I close out the register tonight.
After about eight minutes of speeding, Farrow races past my Jeep sitting at the curb in front of the shop and turns down the side street.
“No!” I blurt out. “Park in the front.”
I don’t want him going into the alleyway.
He throws me a look.
“I have to come out that way anyway,” I explain.
That’s where my car is.
Plus, I don’t want him to see the broken back door. He’ll want to come inside, and I won’t be able to get into the hideout if I need.
Making a U-turn, he drives back to High Street and pulls in behind my Jeep. I unbuckle my belt.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell him, opening the door and jumping out.
“He said to stay with you!”
“The place is locked,” I lie, digging out my keys for the front door. “I’ll bring you a Monster cookie.”
“Three!” he barks.
I unlock the door and slip inside, quickly shielding myself behind the blinds as I watch the windows.
Ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Thirty…
The Dodge doesn’t appear, and I was too lost in my head to keep an eye on it on the way here. I’m not sure when we lost it, but I know it’s close. It always is.
My keys are in the kitchen, and I twist around to go grab them, but the mirror is open.
Again.
Dread coils my stomach, and I try to think. Did we leave it open?
We could have.
Or maybe Hawke came back?
But deep down, I know it’s not likely. I always close it because I don’t always enter the place alone. I wouldn’t want Hailey, Noel, or Codi to know it’s there.