We all slow our steps, hoping to hear who she’s talking to, but nothing’s heard until she speaks again.
“No! I want what I was promised, and I’ll accept nothing less than that, or you’ll fucking pay,” Sam snaps.
It’s quiet again.She’s on the phone.
The loud thud of the door makes us walk faster to the duck down a hallway.
Who the hell is she talking to, and what the hell was she promised?
“Fine. I’ll be there in ten minutes. Let me just get the fuck out of this cheerleading uniform,” Sam mutters.
We duck into the trainer’s wing, keeping quiet and waiting a few minutes to be sure she’s left.
“Who do you think she was talking to?” I ask.
Lev already has his phone out, tapping away at the screen. “Whoever it was, she wasn’t talking to them through her carrier. I’d need more time to see if she’s using some third-party app.”
“Why don’t we just follow her? She’s still wearing the Selection pin with the tracker,” Wes suggests.
“Okay, someone call Sebastian and tell him to meet us at Owen’s Jeep. We’ll stay far enough behind and only observe who she’s meeting with. Then, if there’s something suspicious going on, we’ll make a better plan from there,” Lev instructs.
Wes is already on his phone telling Seb where to meet us, and I’m texting Ariah, letting her know we’ll meet her and Shay at the party later— hoping my statement is true.
By the time we all make it to Owen’s car, Samantha’s already gone, so Lev’s brought up her chip for us to follow through GPS. “Do we all understand the plan for tonight? We’re only following her until we know more,” Lev states.
“You’ve only said it fifty times since we got in the car,” I mumble.
“That’s probably because you and slice and dice over there can be somewhat impulsive,” Sebastian deadpans.
Owen and I look at each other and smirk, lifting our hands to our chests in mock horror. “We would never do anything rash,” I state.
“I even left Lizzie at home.” He pouts in the rearview mirror from the driver seat like a scolded child.
Sebastian meets his gaze, “Do I even want to know who Lizzie is?”
“Why, she’s my new Spyderco Paramilitary 2 knife. She isn’t Lola, but she’ll gut you more efficiently,” Owen answers, pulling the car to a stop. “We have to park here. Sam’s tracker stopped right at the entrance to town. If we go any further, we risk her seeing our headlights.”
Lev pulls out his phone and messes around with things on his screen again. Then he pulls out his laptop, and I see him bring up the controls for his drone.
“Will that make it here in time?” Wes asks.
Lev nods. “I’ve had it following us since we got in the car. I’m just pulling up the feed to my laptop so we can watch and listen together.”
We watch as the drone feed appears on the screen. Samantha is standing outside of her silver Bentley Continental GT convertible. A man in a nondescript black car pulls up on the other side of the town line.
“Is that the same car from the night outside the diner?” Owen grits, pulling a knife from his pants pocket.
I see Sebastian shake his head out of the corner of my eye. “I thought you left it?”
“This isn’t Lizzie. Now is that the car or not, Lev?”
The camera zooms in just as the audio kicks in.
“No, the make and model were different,” Lev replies before he holds up his hand to silence us.
“Do you have it?” Samantha asks.
Damn, her voice is still so fucking obnoxious.
