“You sure about that?” Voodoo teases. “Cami is fucking gorgeous and—”
He never finishes that sentence because I reach for his cut and haul him to his feet. “The fuck did you just say?”
Laughter shakes his chest. “Christ. You’re a fucking goner, brother.”
I release him with a chuckle as we take our seats again.
“We’ll rotate members with Granny Jo. She ought to enjoy that,” Scythe notes with humor.
Virus clears his throat. “I’ve found some information on Johnathon Allen.”
The room quiets.
Scythe tenses. “Go ahead.”
“He’s got a cult following. They call themselves Allenites.”
Allenites?
“That’s not all. They’ve got locations in several states. Churches, for lack of a better word. I’m in the chat rooms. If they decide to come back to Raven’s Crest, I’ll know.”
A problem for another time. Johnathon got what he deserved. He fucked around and found out.
“The focus needs to remain on the arsonist and Cami’s stalker. We can’t get distracted by these Allenites during the festival. If they’re not causing trouble, then there’s no point trying to stir some up.”
Scythe is right.
“We still don’t know shit about the arsonist,” Voodoo says what we’re all thinking.
“He set the bakery on fire. Why?” Hayride asks. “What’s his motivation for burning that business down?”
“And for hurting a sweet old woman,” Phantom adds.
“There’s a connection we’re missing.” Scythe scrubs a hand down his face and over his jaw. “I don’t think this will be a one-off. That fire was meant to catch our attention. He’s going to start another one.”
“It makes sense.” Hayride sits forward and leans on the table that sits between us. “I’m not sure what message he wants to send. There’s a fuck ton of hay he could have burned down. Those cornfields bring in money. If he wanted to hurt the club, why not burn the corn maze or any of the fields?”
“Then it’s personal. Has to be,” I conclude. “But what member is a target because of the Butter Bliss? I wasn’t with Cami until now. Hurting Granny Jo doesn’t do more than piss us all off.”
“She wasn’t the target.” Phantom looks pissed. “She was there late, remember? Not her normal hours.”
Scythe pushes away from the table, agitated by the lack of information. He gets antsy when he can’t figure shit out. This is a puzzle that has us all baffled.
“We don’t have much choice. Since we don’t know what he wants or who he’s targeting, we have to play his game.”
I hate that Voodoo is right.
“Then we watch for him to make a mistake or contact us,” Scythe concludes. “When he does, we’ll be ready.”
He picks up the gavel and slams it down, ending church.
It’s not the answer we all want, but we can’t make a plan without the information necessary to form one.
I head out of the chapel and through the bar. I’m not planning to stick around since I want to return to Cami. She’s been on my mind since I left.
The past has fucked with my head since we separated three years ago. I had such good intentions that night. I planned to tell her that I loved her. Our age gap, although only six years, was too wide when she was in her teens. Once she graduated from college, I knew I had to step up, or some other guy would steal her from me.
And then I heard her talking to Emma. The joy and excitement as she shared her dreams about L.A. and a life in California. I couldn’t take that away. When Hannah made her move, I let her touch me since Cami would see it. She’d have nothing to keep her here in Raven’s Crest.
