Panic froze Link’s mind, preventing him from thinking straight. He needed to get it together to save Ansley, but he was stuck on the thought that she was in danger.
Thirty seconds, maybe a minute later, Stanley spoke up. "Hey, the idiot is doing a live."
“What?” Keel asked.
"He's live-streaming right now."
“I’ll tell the police and make sure they know,” Chase said.
Link wanted to contribute, but fear for Ansley had stolen his ability. They all moved to see Stanley's phone, except Chase, who'd left the room to talk to the police. Lane stared at the screen, seeing Pete standing in front of the camera, a shit-eating grin on his face. He wanted to knock that smile off the bastard's face.
"Today is the day. As many of you know, my brother was murdered. The guilty person is here with me. She is responsible for my brother's death."
Pete then went into a long explanation of Craig’s life and his relationships, and some other crap that Link blocked out.
Chase came back in and waved Link over. “The cops are tracking the signal. The idiot probably isn’t using a VPN. They feel like they will find him soon.”
“I think I know this place,” Bean said.
Link whipped around, zeroing in on Bean. “Where is she?”
“Cheap hotel. I’ll send you the address. Let me look at the…Yep, I’m sure this is it. I’ve sent you a text with the address.”
“I’m driving,” Keel said as he grabbed Link by the arm. “You don’t have to come with us, but if you want, we’re headed out to get Link’s woman.”
Link went with Keel, knowing he wasn’t worth crap and would probably wreck his car if he drove.
When he slid into Keel's truck, he noticed that all the guys were piling into vehicles and were headed out with them. The police might get there first, but they would be right behind them.
Chapter 44
Ansley had a hard time concentrating.Pete was droning on, saying some shit about Craig that made no sense. The man was telling lies about Craig, building him up to be something he wasn’t.
She felt sad that Craig had died, but he wasn’t a great man. He had issues, and there’d been a lot of stuff that kept them from having a good enough relationship to stay together.
She'd tried, but she couldn't make him be a nice person, or even listen to her. She'd walked away before Craig had gone out onto the pier. He was being an asshole, and she wanted nothing to do with him. It wasn't the first time he'd been a jerk. That had happened time after time.
She'd left him because she was done with him. Of course, that sounded bad if she said it like that, but she ended their relationship, and it had made Craig angry. When he was angry, he acted like a jerk. It was one reason she had no desire to stay with him.
“And now, the woman who murdered Craig is here to tell you how she killed him. You’ve seen the video, and you know she did it, but why? Now she will tell us why.”
Pete stepped over and then realized the camera wasn't tracking him, so he rushed forward but knocked it over. She almost laughed, but her head hurt too much to laugh.
She wasn’t going to say she killed Craig, because she hadn’t. Pete could do whatever he wanted to do to her, but she wasn’t going to agree to his insanity.
Pete moved to her, his hands clenched tightly into fists. “Tell us how you killed Craig. You pushed him, right?”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t there. That video is a fake.”
"No!" Pete's face went red, and his eyes bugged out.
Ansley almost wanted to laugh at him, but everything seemed muted. He had to have given her drugs.
"I wasn't there." Her voice was weak, and her words slurred. "I had nothing to do with Craig's death."
His hand connected with her cheek, causing her head to snap back. The hit made her feel like her brain was sloshing around in her skull. That probably wasn't good.
When she turned back to him, it was almost like there were two copies, both of them a little fuzzy around the edges. The room tilted to the left, then right, or maybe she did. Ansley wasn't sure if the room was moving or if it was her.
