Seth: Fuck off, man.
Then Evan sends a video to him. Cole pushes play. Sounds of grunts fill the silent room as we watch Seth and our English Lit professor fuck under the sheets of a bed. It’s clear who it is and what they are doing. Cole exits out of it.
Seth: What the fuck? How did you get that?
“Where was this recorded at?” I demand, not bothering to look up at him.
“Here,” he answers roughly.
Evan Scott: Fuck Demi Holt at the cabin in the bedroom, and I’ll keep your secret. You’ve got twenty-four hours.
Cole exits out of the app. I look at Seth. “When were you here with him?”
Blood still drips from his nose and onto his white T-shirt. He won’t look us in the eyes. Instead, he stares at the floor. He’s embarrassed. I don’t give two shits who he fucks as long as it isn’t Demi against her will. “Last time was earlier this week. This is where we always meet.”
“Go check the bedroom,” I order to Shane. “There has to be a camera set up.”
“Evan didn’t tell you to drug her. What made you think to do it?”
“I thought it would be easier …” He swallows. “I overheard Peter talking about it. He sold it to me.”
“You bought GHB from your sister’s boyfriend?” I demand.
He flinches but doesn’t answer.
“Who all knows you’re gay?” Cole asks him.
“No one did. No one other than Demi.”
“And Professor?”
He shakes his head. “He wouldn’t do this.”
“What makes you so sure?” I ask. Now that I know he bought the GHB from Peter, and Peter had been the one openly bragging about how he would fuck Demi. I’m thinking that maybe they weren’t as careful as they thought. And the professor needed to cover his tracks.
He runs his hand over his dark hair. “’Cause we’ve been hooking up for over a year. There’s no reason to do it now.”
Shane enters again and shakes his head. “Nothing.”
My jaw clenches. “It doesn’t make any sense. Someone had to know. And they are connected to both you and Demi.” And us. They had us come to this very cabin to give us that fucking letter.
“Becky.”
We all turn to look at Shane. He leans up against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “I accused the wrong sister. She’s the only one who connects them both and the four of us. She came here to Texas with you. You fuck her over for her sister.” He shrugs. “She was around him.” He points at Seth. “Who knows what she heard or saw. She’s crazy enough to do it.”
“But not smart enough to pull it off.” Cole growls.
“She did have Austin’s journal. She knew a lot more than we knew she did,” I add.
“What?” Shane asks. “Austin had a journal? What all was in it?”
“Everything,” I answer.
“Fuck.” He sighs, leaning back and hitting his head against the wall. “I swear, every time I’m around your asses, I find out more shit that I should have already known.”
“Bennett.” I turn to face him. He sits at the kitchen table, typing away on his phone. “Bennett?” I snap.
“Oh.” He drops it to the table and joins our conversation. “It could be her. All she’d have to do was see you log in one time. It’s not hard to change an email address and login info.” He shrugs.
