“I’m confused about what you want us to do.” Colton is the one who speaks, running his hand down his face, looking stressed. “Are we supposed to be stepping in? Working with the police?”
“No.” Tyson shakes his head. “We thought this ended with Luke, but it didn’t. Then, when Haidyn married Charlotte, Dollhouse was brought to our attention.”
I feel Haidyn’s body stiffen next to mine at the mention of his wife. He drops his envelope onto the coffee table, not even bothering to look through the rest of it. He’s seen enough.
“Everyone that we know of, or who we thought was involved, is now at Carnage, and these seven girls have been raped, tortured, and mutilated…” Ty goes on, shaking his head. “It can’t be a coincidence. Someone is still running the show.”
“LeAnne?” Ryat offers, slamming his envelope onto Tyson’s desk as well. “It makes sense. The bitch was able to go under the radar for a long time before Matt thought he killed her. Now she’s supposedly moving here. She still has no clue that we’re aware she and Isabella are twins, but surely she knows her sister is no longer running Dollhouse.”
“Has Blakely spoken to her lately?” Finn asks Ryat.
“Fuck no,” he barks. “And she won’t be. I’ve got that bitch blocked everywhere I can. And if she shows up at our house again, I’ll blow her fucking head off her shoulders.”
The detective adjusts himself in his seat at Ryat’s confession, and I wonder just how much Tyson has told him about us. I mean, the guy has to feel threatened just being in the room with this many Lords.
“What if this happened before we found Dollhouse, and this is them getting rid of what they had?” Haidyn suggests.
“Autopsy results aren’t back yet, but estimated times of death puts them dead long before they were found,” the detective adds.
Colton shakes his head and looks at Haidyn. “We were at Dollhouse with the others to save you, and you were the only person on the property other than Hudson and Isabella. We checked every inch of that place. So if they were at Dollhouse, then someone gave them a heads-up and moved them before we arrived.”
“Bill,” Sin says. “When Saint asked him how he could be so sure that Haidyn was at Dollhouse, he said he had someone on the inside. But there was no one else there to ‘help’ us.” He sits back and crosses his tatted arms over his chest. “I thought it was too easy how we were able to get Haidyn out of there. But I figured that for once, luck was on our side. Maybe Bill gave them a heads-up that we were coming and gave whoever else was there plenty of time to run so we couldn’t question them. They could have held these women somewhere else and then killed them.”
“Thought you trusted Bill?” Haidyn asks Sin, and I feel like I’ve missed out on a conversation they’ve had.
“Honestly…” Sin sighs, “I don’t think I trust anyone anymore.”
Me. He means he no longer trusts me. I have the urge to explain myself, but now is not the time.
“What is happening with Dollhouse?” Tyson asks Haidyn.
“Nothing. Charlotte doesn’t want anything to do with that place. And as far as I know, since Isabella was a Lady—Bill’s wife—everything was left to him.”
“What would Bill want with it?” Ty growls.
“I haven’t spoken to Bill, and I know Charlotte hasn’t.” Haidyn shrugs. “So your guess is as good as mine.”
When someone is brought into Carnage, they’re dead to the world. On paper, they’ve been given a death certificate with a date and cause of death. Isabella no longer exists, which means whatever she has is given to her spouse unless specified.
“Maybe it was left to LeAnne,” Ryat offers.
“Doesn’t make sense,” Colton speaks up. “Let’s say LeAnne is aware we know Dollhouse exists. She had to know that Haidyn was there. And that Bill knows about it as well. If he is on our side, no one would be operating out of there now, because what’s to keep any of us from just dropping by on any given day? No. They would steer clear of there right now. But…” Colton snaps his fingers and sits up straighter. “What about the house?”
“What about it?” Haidyn inquires.
“We never went into the house that night. You were in an entirely different location on the property. What if while we were rescuing you, they moved everyone to the house. Then when we left, they moved them back?”He shrugs. “Because it was like a week later that you guys went to the house, right? Looking for the founders’ enhancements? They could have just shuffled the women around while we went from one location to another. Because each time, Bill knew you were going and could have given them the heads-up.”
“It’s possible.” Haidyn nods to himself.
“I think it’s dumb of us to assume they only operate out of one location,” Ryat says with a shrug. “Surely they have multiple sites for situations like this…to move them.”
“What is this Dollhouse?” the detective asks, reminding us that he’s still in the room. “I need its address so I can get a warrant?—”
“Stay the fuck away from it. We don’t need one,” Tyson interrupts him and adds, “It’s for us. Not for you.” The detective sighs.
“So what do we do about Bill?” Ryat goes on.
“Nothing,” I rush out, and everyone looks at me. “We need proof.” I try to think rationally.
