“We need to call the police.”
“What? Why?”
“I went next door. The door was open, so I went inside?—”
“Are you crazy?”
“Possibly, but listen. Hazel, I think you’re right about who trashed your place.”
“What? How?”
“Um…” When she doesn’t say anything else, I open my door and climb out. I head back upstairs, ignoring her as she calls my name. She catches up to me, trying to stop me, but I have to see this with my own eyes.
“Hazel, please don’t?—”
Her words cut off as I shove the door open and come to a halt when I see the wall that butts up against mine. I slowly walk toward it, my hand covering my mouth as I take in the row upon row of photos of me taken while I was blissfully unaware.
“What the hell?” I gasp as my eyes land on one of me sleeping in bed. I reach out and touch it. There are no bars blocking the view and no drapes obscuring the image. This was taken from inside my room.
I think of everything that might have happened while I was blissfully unaware and gag. Which is when I turn around and vomit all over the floor.
“I’m taking you home. The police can interview you there. Come on, you don’t need to be here for this.” I let her lead me out of the room, my mind swirling in a million directions as I flick through the images over and over. It isn’t until I’m strapped in and headed back to the diner that something dawns on me.
I grip the dashboard, almost convinced my mind’s playing tricks on me. “Did you take photos of the wall on your cell phone?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think you should see them again. What if you get sick?”
“I’m fine. I just need to check something.”
She hesitates before pulling out the phone, typing in her code, and handing it to me. I scroll through until I find the photo I’m looking for and feel my stomach pitch again.
“What is it? What did you see?”
“I can see my neighbor in one of these photos of me.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So if he’s in the photo, Del, he couldn’t have been the one to take it.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Midas
“Before we go,I’m planning on heading down to see Lola and Hannibal next week. I know a lot of you want to come with me and show some solidarity, but I still need people here.”
“I’ll stay. I don’t want to leave Lil for long, even though I don’t doubt the prospects can handle it,” Kruger volunteers.
“Alright, who else?”
“Me.” Probe sighs. “Hate to admit it, but I’m not up for riding that kinda distance yet.”
“You were shot. Give yourself a fucking break,” Crane snaps, making Probe roll his eyes.
“I’ll stay, too. Powers is doing well at Au, but I’m not sure he’s ready to be thrown in at the deep end just yet. Plus, I have the inspector coming out on Monday to assess the apartment upstairs.”
“Something wrong with it?” Havoc frowns at me.
“I hope not. That’s why I’ve got the guy coming out to look. I want to do some updates and maybe rent it out. I’m not sure yet. I crash there occasionally, otherwise it’s just sitting empty.”
