Now we were back at house number three. The guy who liked to sleep around with men in his wife’s absence. Unfortunately for us, she was at home. We weren’t sure if he was.
“You sure it was him in the basement?” Ash asked as he sat in the back seat.
“Yeah, would recognize him anywhere.”
“What else is there to find?” Ash asked quietly. “We can’t jump him. His wife is there. We can’t kidnap him; we already have one on our hands. We have the memory stick.”
Jett and I exchanged a look. “We’re not looking for more on Quinn, we’re looking for more onhim,” Jett explained. “We need toknow who the guy in the bed was. He may be another one of them.”
“Or he’s some John who gets paid to be fucked in the ass,” Ash said crudely.
“He didn’t sound like a professional,” Jett murmured. “He sounded like they had a relationship.”
“Yeah.” I nodded in agreement.
“We’re not breaking in,” Jett reminded him. “Just watching.”
“I know,” Ash grumbled from his position. “The Mrs. is in. It’s unlikely we see anything tonight.”
“That’s true,” I said, turning to Jett. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to be clever enough to know how to track people’s cars.” Jett turned to look at Ash. “How do you know all your geek stuff but don’t know this?”
“I do know, I just don’t want to go to prison,” he snapped back.
“Bet Onyx knows,” I said wistfully.
“Your brother is probably glued to the underside of the car like a stuntman in aMission Impossiblefilm as we speak,” Ash joked, and Jett grinned.
“You’re right, this is pointless, and we look suspicious. Let’s go.” He started the car, and we drove off. As we left, I noticed the car coming toward us, and I instinctively pulled my bandana up. “Cover now,” I demanded as the car approaching slowed down. I kept my face averted so they couldn’t see me, but as they passed, I yelled at Ash to take the plate.
“Speed up, slowly,” I demanded of Jett. “Don’t make it look suspicious.”
Jett did as he was told until we were back on the interstate, and I told him to floor it. “You get the plate?” I asked Ash, and he held up his phone to show me.
“Who was it?” Jett asked me as he drove.
“I’m not sure. It just felt wrong.”
He glanced at me before he turned to face the road again. “Okay, we’ll check it out.”
The drive home was quiet, and we cleaned the car, changed the plate back, and climbed the stairs to our rooms all in silence. Jamie, the team’s defensive end, opened his door.
“Where you been?” he asked as he leaned casually against it.
“Out,” Jett told him curtly.
“Mayhem?”
Ash and I exchanged a look but said nothing. We hadn’t done Mayhem in a while; were people now requesting it?
“Maybe,” Jett answered as he measured Jamie. “Why?”
“I’m a footballer, I’ve got your back, and when you cause mayhem, you pull extra guys in with you.” Jamie stared at us.
“You want to be a Devil?” Ash asked him, and I knew his tone mirrored my own shock.
“Yeah, why not?”
