I sit down in the chair across from him, every muscle in my body going tight. "And?"
"At first, we thought the kid was just using. That's what Keegan had suggested, and I thought maybe he was right. He's a teenager ya know? Experimentation is expected, and I figured maybe he got his hands on some bad shit." Devil leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "But we dug deeper. His family's got connections we didn't see at first."
"What kind of connections?" My stomach is dropping as I wait to hear what he's going to say.
"The Rebels."
The name hits me like a punch to the gut. The Rebels have been a thorn in our side for the better part of a year, pushing their fentanyl-laced weed into our territory, trying to muscle in on what's ours. We've been working to shut them down, but they're slippery fuckers.
"You're telling me Logan's family is involved with them?"
Devil nods, his expression grim. "More than involved. We think they're suppliers. The kid probably got into his family's stash, didn't know what the fuck he was taking."
I stand up, needing to move, needing to do something with the rage that's building in my chest. "So he brought that shit to school, used it before going into Allison's classroom, and traumatized her because his family is dealing for the Rebels?"
"That's what it looks like."
"Fuck." I pace to the window, staring out at the street. "Does she know any of this?"
"I doubt it. She's a teacher, man. She's used to kids being dumb, but we all know that drug use in Laurel Springs High has increased. I don't think she's naive, so more than likely she knows some of the shit that's going down. But she thinks the best of everyone. She probably thinks the kid made a stupid mistake."
"It was a stupid mistake, but not the one she thinks." I turn back to face him. "What's the play here?"
"We keep digging, find out how deep this goes. If Logan's family is definitely supplying to the Rebels, we need to know who else they're connected to, how much product they're moving." He pauses. "And we need to make sure Allison stays safe. If they think she saw something, or knows something?"
"She doesn't," I cut him off. "She was helping a kid who was in trouble. That's all."
"I know that. You know that. But they might not know that."
The bedroom door opens, and both of us go silent. Allison appears in the hallway, wearing one of my t-shirts that hangs to mid-thigh. Her hair is messy, and she's rubbing her eyes like she just woke up, but she's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"Hey," she says softly, her voice still rough. "I didn't know you had company."
Devil stands, giving her a small smile. "Just stopped by to check on you. How you feeling?"
"Like I got hit by a truck." She attempts a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "But I'm okay."
"Good. That's good." He glances at me, then back at her. "I'm gonna head out, let you rest. You need anything, you call, yeah?"
"Thanks, Devil."
He claps me on the shoulder as he passes. "We'll talk later," he says under his breath.
I nod, walking him to the door and locking it behind him. When I turn around, Allison is standing in the middle of my living room, her arms wrapped around herself.
"What were you two talking about?" she asks.
"Logan."
Her face goes pale, and I immediately regret being so blunt. "Oh."
I cross to her, pulling her into my arms because I can't stand the distance between us. She melts against me, her head resting on my chest, and I can feel her heartbeat through the thin fabric of the shirt.
"What about Logan?" she asks, her voice muffled against my skin.
"Nothing you need to worry about right now."
She pulls back, looking up at me with those eyes that see too much. "Dime."
