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“No problem. I’ll let you know what I find.”

Jake nodded and returned to the interrogation room, where Avery was talking to Brecken about why he’d wanted to speak to Luna.

He shrugged. “I wanted to know why she was being such a bitch when I was nothing but nice to her.”

“So that means you did talk to her?”

“I tried to. She took one look at me, made a disgusted face and wouldn’t have anything to do with me after that. She didn’t even know me, and she was, like, nah. You see why I hate girls like her?”

“How much do you hate girls like her?”

“A lot.”

“Enough to kill one of them?”

His nonchalant position sent another chill down Jake’s spine. “I didn’t kill her, but if someone did, she probably had it coming.”

“Is Luna dead?”

“How the fuck would I know? I just told you she won’t have anything to do with me.”

“When you used Ethan’s and Tomas’s phones to try to get her to come hang out, what happened?”

“She never showed up.”

“Did you go looking for her?”

“Why would I waste my time on a cunt like her?”

“Why do you call women and girls that word?”

“My dad says that’s the only way to describe them when they act like they own the world.”

“Did he tell you that women find that word offensive?”

“What do we care if it hurts their delicate sensibilities?”

“Delicate sensibilities,” Avery said incredulously. “Who taught you that phrase? Your father?”

Brecken shrugged as he shifted his weight in the seat.

“Does it ever occur to you that women can sense you hate them, and that might be why they stay away from you?”

“They can’t tell that.”

Avery gave him a skeptical look. “You don’t think so?”

“Nah, they’re too fucking stupid. The only thing they’re good for is spreading their legs and spitting out babies.”

“Did your dad teach you that, too?”

“It’s the truth. I figured that out for myself.”

“Where’s Luna?” Jake asked.

“I got no fucking clue. I’d be the last person who’d know where that bitch is. You should ask Ethan and Tomas. They probably did something to her because she blew them off, too.”

“How could they have harmed her when they were being held by you and your father, with zip ties on their wrists?”