He kicks up his chin and stands, walking over to me like he’s not afraid of shit. “Quill Lane. It’s… an experience meeting you.”
I grin at him, showing all twenty-eight of my teeth—fucking dentists took my wisdom teeth when I was fourteen. “Pleasure.”
“I’m Camden,” Cam says, holding his hand out to Quill.
Quill looks at his hand and places his fingertips delicately in Camden’s hand. “We met. Outside, remember?”
“Yep.” Cam smiles at the little twink, making Quill roll his eyes.
Remi walks over to Quill and hugs him. “Thanks for coming.”
“You know,” Quill says when they separate. “If I knew we were going to be getting rid of bodies, I wouldn’t have worn my good boots.” He lifts his feet, showing off a pair of black Timberland boots. “Then again, I’ll need the tread, yeah?”
Camden rubs his hands together, his eyes alight with mischief. “What’s the plan?”
Remi and I look at each other, then I say, “Well, get rid of the bodies.”
“Tracking, but where?” Cam shoots back.
“They’re over a cliff right now,” Remi says. “We’ll have to get them.”
Cam gives Remi a look like he thinks Remi is certifiable. “This might be a mountain town, but ain’t no cliffs near these cabins.”
I sigh and shake my head. This isn’t the first time Remi has mentioned a cliff when discussing the ditch I tossed the bodies into. I don’t want to get into it, so I say, “Maybe put them in the garbage and let sanitation workers pick them up?”
Remi shakes his head. “That’s too far away to transport all the bodies without anyone noticing. When we did our rentalagreement, the contract said we had to drive our trash down and toss it in the dumpster near the rental office.”
“Gross,” Quill whispers. I catch him looking at his nails coated in a bright pink polish.
“Okay, the dumpster is out,” Cam says. “Burning?”
It’s my turn to give Cam a look. “Yeah, that’s smart. Burning bodies in the dead of winter after a snowstorm where firefighters will think it’s a house fire. You’re in genius territory there.”
Cam shrugs, but doesn’t look any less excited about how we’re going to get rid of the bodies.
Quill makes an annoyed noise. “Is literally everyone in here but me completely incompetent?” He glances at his best friend. “Sorry, Remi, you too.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. The three of us look at Quill, waiting for his explanation.
He doesn’t look the least bit intimidated to have two serial killers—and Remi—staring at him. “If you just disappear all the bodies, they’re going to thinkyoudid it,” he says, pointing to Remi. “I know you look like an angel, but I’ve watched enough true crime to know that doesn’t matter. Listen…” Quill looks back and forth between me and Cam. “Make it look like Trevor did it instead. The asshole has a record for domestic violence. No one would blink twice.”
An involuntary growl escapes my throat and I pull Remi closer to me, making sure he’s safe and whole, not at the mercy of that dickhead who didn’t know how to treat him. Remi practically melts into my side with a soft sigh.
Before he continues, Quill looks back and forth between us, a faraway look on his face.
Remi opens his mouth to speak, but Quill talks over him. “Anyway, I personally got a call from Remi this morning telling me Trevor went bananas and attacked him the night they gothere. When the other guys tried to stop him, he turned on them. Remi ran out into the snow?—”
Remi looks shocked. “I didn’t?—”
“And was rescued by some tall, golden savior. He’s been with you since that first night.” He looks at me pointedly and a small smile tips up my lips. “As long as you clean up the evidence, and with the shit I’msurethey’ll find on Trevor’s phone about why he was bringing Remi up here, you’ll get away with it.”
We’re all silent as we absorb what Quill just laid out. I look at his plan from all angles, trying to find a weak spot, but there isn’t one. As long as we can find somewhere to plant the bodies and maybe bury Trevor where he’ll never be found, I think we can pull it off.
My grin fully blooms. “You’re kind of diabolical,” I say to Quill.
He smiles, looking pleased with himself. “No, just a well-read librarian.”
Cam rubs a hand over his waves. “Street, remember that mineshaft we found a few months back? Where we smoked that good kush we got from those skateboarders outside of your job?”
