But I’m sick of being the one who has to hold it together for the others.
'Anywhere but here,’ he grinds out over his shoulder.
I see Mav glance at me a little worriedly, and I shake my head in defeat.
'I can't play babysitter right now,' I mutter. 'I don't have it in me. If he wants to go fuck everything up, let him.'
Mav says nothing, and I keep pacing. Sauvage is supposed to be letting me know if his private detectives have found anything soon, but the message he just sent me seems to be all he has.
'How can there be nothing?' Mav barks from the bed.
He's hugging Daisy's pillow like a child with a stuffy. He grips it hard, and, every once in a while, I seehim take a small inhale, as if the lingering scent of her is going to calm him down.
I put my head in my hands for a second.
‘I don't understand,’ I say to myself for the millionth time over the past few days.
Days.It feels like several weeks have passed, not barely one. Anything could have happened to her… I try not to think about the worst outcome, but it's hard when there's no word at all. What if she’s lying in a shallow—No, I won't think like that. I can't. Nothing is worth anything if she's gone and I know Blake and Mav feel the same. We haven't even needed to talk about it. We just know that, sometime over the past few months, she became our reason for everything. Without her, what’s the point?
'What are you doing?' I hear a woman shriek from downstairs, and Mav and I lock eyes.
'Fuck!'
I bolt out of Daisy’s room, knowing that this has something to do with him because, of course, it fucking does.
I bound down the stairs, and when I get to the kitchen, Blake has Laurie by her throat up against the wall. Her eyes are bulging. Her face is red.
‘Shit!'
I lurch forward and grab Blake while Mav pries his fingers from around her neck.
'You fucking psycho!' Laurie gasps out, her voice hoarse.
'Fuck! God damn it!' I push Blake back. 'What the fuck are you doing?'
'You tell him,' he snarls, pointing at Laurie. 'You tell them what you just said to me. She fucking knows. She fucking knows something.'
Laurie's shocked eyes glance from me to Blake to Mav.
'I don't understand,' she whispers, choking a little, her hands going to her neck and rubbing.
'Tell them!'
'What the fuck did yousay?' I yell.
'I-I swear,' she stutters, 'I just asked if... if... if Daisy was okay.'
Does she know that Daisy is gone?
'What the fuck do you care? You hate Daisy!'
She shrugs.
'So why would you ask that?'
'I just... I saw her, okay? That’s all. I was at Marcus's, and it didn't look... They were all in Joe's office, and now Joe's dead, and they were all in Joe's office a couple weeks ago, too, and that slutty nurse was there, and it was just... It didn't look right, and Marcus told me to stay out. I heard him on the phone...'
She breaks off and just shakes her head, but this is more information than we've had for weeks.
