They didn’t know Micah like he did. They hadn’t experienced just how far he’d go to hurt Shiloh. He was more than just a sociopath with a math degree. They just didn’t see it.
His hands shook as he looked down at his phone, and Levi kissed Shiloh’s temple. “All you have to do is call Micah and tell him you found something in my phone. Then your part is done. We’ll take it from there.”
Sure, easy-peasy. Just call his brother and convince him that he conveniently found a pic of Jericho’s murder cabin in Levi’s phone and convince him to go out there and investigate, preferably alone. Sure, Micah won’t suspect a thing.
“Micah constantly underestimates you, doodlebug. He is such an egomaniac, he will never believe that you would dare double-cross him. Just convince yourself you really did find this information on Levi’s phone and then just tell Micah exactly how you would if it was true.”
Shiloh frowned. “What?”
Nico started bouncing. “No, he’s right. Think of it like role-playing. You’re not setting him up, you reallyarea spy, you reallydidfind this pic, you reallydidoverhear some conversation dripping with nefarious intent.”
Levi snorted. “Nefarious intent?”
Nico gave him an affronted look. “Is it not?”
Shiloh couldn’t take the stress anymore. He jumped up and began to pace, staring at Micah’s stupid smug photo for a solid minute before he stabbed at the call button, his heart in his throat as he listened to it ring.
Micah answered on the second ring. “If it isn’t my long lost baby brother,” he purred. “I really hope, for your sake, you have something good to tell me. I’m losing patience.”
A shock of fear rocketed through him, leaving his fingers tingling and his mouth tasting of blood. He instantly shrunk in on himself, his voice mousy and quaking. “I—Uh, I think I might have found something,” he said, hurrying to add, “but I’m worried if I send it and it’s nothing, you’ll be mad.”
The whine that escaped was all too real. He really was as pathetic as Micah believed. Hopefully, this would be the one time it worked in his favor.
He listened as Micah blew a breath out through his nose, sending a staticky sound directly into Shiloh’s ear, making him flinch. “Well, you’ll never know until you send it, now will you?” Micah asked through gritted teeth, like Shiloh was forever trying his patience.
Shiloh’s insides were shaking and he couldn’t get control of his limbs. “I’m serious. It might be nothing. It has to do with that cabin I mentioned. I-I found something in Levi’s phone, but I’m not sure if I’m imagining things or not. I just don’t know,” he said hurriedly, talking in hushed tones. “I don’t know what’s real anymore.”
“Send it. Now,” he demanded.
“Okay,” Shiloh whispered, attaching the photo with difficulty, then hitting send.
There was a long silence and then Micah said, “It’s just a pin on a map and some coordinates. Are you saying this is the cabin?”
“Maybe? When I looked at it on Google Maps, there’s a really old photo that shows the roof of a small cabin. I don’t know that it’s the same cabin I just overheard them talking about, but why else would Levi keep this in his photos?”
“Overheard them talking about what?” Micah asked, ignoring Shiloh’s question.
“Levi was on the phone when I got up this morning, talking to Jericho with his roommate, Nico. They’re supposed to meet at the cabin tonight. Jericho, Levi, Nico, some of their friends, and some of the Mulvaneys, including the one married to the dad.”
“Did you ask Levi where he was going?” Micah asked, sounding far more intrigued than a few moments ago.
“I ran back to bed before he caught me. He said he had to help Jericho deal with a ‘thing’ tonight and wouldn’t be home ‘til late. When I asked if I could go, he said it was too dangerous.”
“Too dangerous.”
Shiloh nodded as if he could see him. “Yeah. I tried to get more information but he said he couldn’t say anything more.”
“Why do you think this cabin is so important, anyway?” Micah asked, suspicious.
Shiloh took a deep breath and let it out. “Because I overheard them jokingly refer to it as the murder cabin.”
Micah barked out a laugh. “The murder cabin? You can’t be serious.”
“I am. They joke about that kind of stuff all the time. They all seem really cool with killing people.”
“I’ll…look into it.”
“O-Okay.”
