“Nice?” I shrug, fiddling with my computer. “Fine?”
“You’re hopeless. You know the guy’s a recluse, right? Like mega famous and nobody ever sees photos of him. I’d love to meet…” She peers at me as I open apps on my computer. “What are you doing now?”
“Tracking down my phone.”
“Any luck?”
I click on the location and lean in to stare at the map that pops up on my screen.
The address is 2349 Old Camp Road in a place called Blackwood, Virginia. That’s it. That’s the place. “It’s at camp.”
“What?”
“They said they were going to camp. And that’s where it is.”
“Grown men? O-kay…”
“It’s Liev’s place. On Old Camp Road. South of here. Hang on. I’m googling the address.” There’s not much to see. A few photos with fall foliage and mountains. “Looks pretty. Way out in the country. Wait. Let me try… Liev…King…” I type his name and the address.
The results are not what I expected.
“What the hell?” Every hit seems to be referring to something called Camp Haven. “Okay. This is not what I expected.”
“What? What? What is it?”
I click on the official Camp Haven link, confirm that I’m over 18 and enter a site dedicated entirely to the BDSM lifestyle. In great, vivid detail.
“Holy shit.” What am I seeing here? What is this?
“Put me out of my misery and tell me what’s going on.”
“I think…” All the emotion I’ve been fighting dries up as I take in this totally unexpected new development. “It’s a sex camp. Zion’s gone to a kinky sex camp.”
“Hang on, stop. Stop talking. I’m pulling over.”
By the time Gigi’s pulled into a fast-food lot of her own, I’m knee deep in the type of uber personal images that no one in their right mind should be sharing on the internet. The heaviness in my chest is gone, replaced by surprise and curiosity and, if I’m being honest, more than a touch of excitement. The anger inside me shifts, simmering harder, sending all the hurt back up to the surface. “This is it, Gigi. This is where he goes.”
“Website.”
I send her the link and keep scrolling and scrolling, my stomach tense, while other parts of me, parts farther south, grow heavy and hot.
I can’t help it.
“You’re into this shit,” Gigi says, knowing me all too well. “This is like thethingfor you. This, right here. The chains and the torture and the—”
“Hey! I told you that when I was drunk. You’re not supposed to bring it up.”
“You’re into the…” She lowers her voice as if someone else will hear. “Forced sex fantasy thing.”
My heart’s going wild, my insides are a mess. I want to deny it, but I can’t. Not to Gigi. She’s the one person who knows.
“Wait. Wasn’t there a guy… Oh my god. There was!” I know what she’s going to say before she opens her mouth. “That white guy with all the piercings. What was his name? The batting you about the face with his—”
“Don’t say it!”
“You know? The one who—”
“Please, Gigi. Come on. That was—”
