But I can’t just wait here. I check my phone again. No texts. No calls.
I glance at the time, noting it’s after ten.
“Who the hell turned him in?” Dylan asks the room.
A few gazes shift to Farrow, to which he cocks an eyebrow. “It wasn’t me,” he blurts out.
Aro says, “You’re not as innocent as you would like them to think.”
He bares his teeth, speaking hard and slow. “It wasn’t me.” He rakes his hand through his blond hair. “Maybe Hugo thought he could cause one more stir on his way out. I don’t know…”
Someone tipped off the police, but it was more than that.
“They wouldn’t have taken him in handcuffs without evidence,” I point out. “They would’ve just questioned him here.”
The Doran brothers seem to always be one step ahead. Then, there’s Drew Reeves. I’m sure he still has a friend at the police station he can leak info to.
And how many people at Green Street know the stories? It could be anyone.
“What was in the locker?” Farrow asks the group.
“It was a little more than a locker,” Hunter tells him. “It was a storage unit.”
“And it’s for rehabilitating the town, not for you,” Aro bites out to Farrow.
He folds his arms across this chest. “I am this town, and I have more of a right to it than any of you.”
Aro is from Weston, but she no longer lives here. Neither do her siblings.
But she does have friends here, so she’s still invested.
“You can duke it out with Lucas.” Hawke taps away on his phone, refusing to look at Farrow. “There’s a reason the Doran brothers put it inhishands and not yours.”
I’d gotten enough from Lucas on the way home earlier. Manas left a note at the firehouse. Lucas still had it on him.
I’d spoken to Deacon, but now we know… They’rebothalive, here, and continuing to keep tabs on what’s happening.
Just like her.
Whoever had Lucas arrested tonight wanted him out of the way. I need to be able to move fast if there’s danger.
“I want my Jeep,” I say. I need my own transportation.
“I’ll give you a ride,” Farrow offers, walking toward me. “Lucas said to stay close to you.”
Dylan picks up her crossbody purse. “We’re coming with you.”
“No.” I pick up my keys off the little table by the door. “I’ll be right back. Just stay here.”
Farrow won’t talk the whole time. I need to think right now.
Farrow swings the door open, letting it bang into my table as he stomps out before me. I follow, shutting the door behind me.
I climb into his truck, pulling my hair up into a ponytail as we drive off. I glance in my rearview mirror, knowing the Dodge is there before I even see it.
We coast down the hill, and I almost think no one’s inside because it doesn’t move from the curb.
But then…it pulls out, headlights still off as it follows us.
