“Someone turned it off?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Her breathing shortened, and she almost didn’t want to ask the next question. “How…how did they get in?”
Without a word, Zane opened the back door, just a crack. It opened easily. So not locked.
Before stepping out, Zane crouched in front of the lock and studied it. “They broke the lock.”
“Why turn the lights off? Do you think they’re still here?”
“I don’t know.” Zane lifted the gun again before stepping outside.
Her limbs trembled as she followed him, scared of what they might find. But no way in hell was she remaining inside without him.
The cool evening air slipped over her skin, making goose bumps rise over her arms. Was someone out here? Carlos? Jane? Maybe even some of Dean’s old high school friends?
The small parking lot was empty other than Zane’s truck.
“No one’s here,” Bonnie whispered.
Zane turned toward her and opened his mouth like he was going to say something. But he stopped, his gaze landing on something behind her. She turned.
The chill of her skin slipped into her blood at the spray-painted words on the building.
“You have blood on your hands,” she read, her words almost a whisper. “Now it’s your turn to bleed.”
Her stomach rolled. What the hell?
“But is it for you or me?”
Her eyes widened and swung to Zane at his question. He’d asked so quietly, she’d almost missed it. Like maybe it had only been meant for him. “Zane—”
“I’ll call Jesse.” Before she could say anything else, he tugged his phone from his pocket and dialed the sheriff’s station.
As Zane spoke on the phone, Bonnie looked back at the writing.
They were about Dean…weren’t they?
But is it for you or me?
She looked back at Zane, his words repeating in her head. Did he have blood on his hands?
CHAPTER 13
Bonnie’s fingers wrapped tightly around the wheel. So tightly that her knuckles were white.
She was nervous. She probably didn’t need to be nervous. This was her family. But not just one or two members—her entire family. Well, except Aunt Pam. Bars weren’t really her aunt’s thing. But she was about to see everyone else. Her siblings. Her cousins. Everyone’s partners. She’d seen so many of them already, she shouldn’t be nervous.
But this was different. This was everyone all at once.
Maybe she was also a bit nervous because she had so much going on. Heck, a week ago, someone had spray-painted a threatening message on the back door of The Pit.
They’d left no evidence of who’d done it. It was a mystery. Just like the person who’d assaulted her outside her apartment.
Noah was angry. So was Jesse. They were trained soldiers, and right now, someone was slipping beneath their radar.
To make everything worse, the only time she’d seen Zane in the last week was during the shelter’s self-defense lesson. And dammit, she missed him. She missed the feeling of safety he instilled in her. She missed his touch. His voice.
