“They both sleeping?” gray mask asks, and the other nods.
“Yeah. Both snug as a bug.”
Blue shoes huffs. “For now, until he sneaks away and comes for the last two people on his list.”
“You think he knows?”
“About what?” blue shoes asks.
“You know . . .” The other guy goes quiet and blue shoes folds the bottom of his mask up to run his fingers over his lips before kissing them.
“You worry too much. I doubt he has any clue. You know why he’s doing this.”
“Because of what . . . because of that night. He was sleeping and I didn’t think he remembered.”
“He remembered something.”
“What if it isn’t even him—”
“It is. You saw how he slammed that rock into the back of that guy’s head.”
Gray mask nods. “Yeah, you’re right. If we don’t do this then that’ll be us.”
“Exactly. He hasn’t moved on like he wants us all to believe. Rory is gullible and he’ll trust anything. Ask me how I know?”
My heart stills in my chest. Hunter. This man in Henry’s kitchen, caressing and kissing someone else, is Hunter. Who else could it be? They’re the last two left living from that night. They’re here to stop me from finishing whatever I felt I needed to deep down inside. They said I knew what they did. My stomach shifts. I thought I was the one who did something.
I stumble forward and one of them jumps. “Did you hear that?”
Blue shoes looks around and lets out a sigh. “That might be out little sleepwalker. You think we can get one last show out of him before we make him permanently go away?”
“I . . .” The other guy licks his lips and slides down his mask. “We can always try. Think what it’ll do for ratings on the site.”
Blue shoes laughs. “That’s exactly what I’m doing. Thinking and imagining how pathetic he’ll look on his knees, moaning before I cut those eyes out of his head.”
“We better hurry, then. Before the other one wakes up.”
“Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. We could have fun with him too, and make him think everything that happened was a bad dream or that it was Hernandez who did it.”
“Your ideas are always better than mine.”
“I know they are, baby. That’s why we always go with mine first.” Who I assume is Hunter pulls a knife from his pocket, and who I can only presume is Lucky removes a bottle of spray from his.
“Should I go first, or you?” Lucky asks, rocking on the heels of his feet.
“I’ll go and make sure everyone’s sound asleep, and then you come in with the cuffs.”
“Rope too?”
“Yeah. We at least want to make sure the little one is secure.”
Their footsteps inch closer and I jump into the bathroom, hiding behind the door. I grip the knob, trying not to show myself too early, but it’s killing me knowing how close they are to my Honey. The bedroom door creaks open and I dig my nails into my thigh, shutting my eyes as I press my feet harder to the ground.
“Oh, he’s a pretty one. We’ll definitely get plenty of interest for him.”
I grind my teeth, turning on the light and searching for any sharp object I can find. There’s a metal nail file and razor blade in the top drawer, but that’s it. It’ll have to do.
“Wait . . . I thought you said they were both here?”
