“Maybe not at the right people,” I murmur.
Will holds out his hand as if to say,Yes, Exactly this.
“A friend of mine was talking to this guy,” Derek says. “They were hitting it off and shit, and thenbam!Dude just vanishes off the face of the earth.”
“Sounds like homeboy ghosted your friend,” Josie chuckles. I bite back a smirk.
“No, because he also, like, stopped showing up for work, and literally no one has seen him in months,” Derek goes on.
“How do you know this?” Will asks skeptically.
“It’s that dude Jax. You know, from the tattoo shop on Bleecker? The one who got thrown out of Posh that time for spitting in Calvin’s face…”
“Oh yea,” Will snorts. “That was hilarious.” Then he pouts. “Boo. I liked that guy.”
“Yea, well, now he’s gone.” Derek takes a long pull from the bottle.
“And you think he’s…” Liv looks concerned.
Derek shrugs. “I don’t know. But guys have been disappearing left and right.”
“And without a body or any evidence, they’re just considered missing…” I mutter, as absorbed as I am unsettled.
“Welp, we’re all screwed,” Will sighs. “If The Carver’s going after gay dudes, you know the cops aren’t gonna give a shit.”
“Oh, come on.” Josie rolls her eyes. “It’s not the eighties anymore. If Dahmer had done that shit today, he would’ve been caught in a second.”
“It’s cute that you think that.” Will shows her one of his condescending smirks, and she glares.
“Wait, but if The Carver is killing those guys, why isn’t he posing them?” Liv asks.
“Why don’t you channel your inner Clarice Starling and lend the cops a hand?” Derek chuckles.
“You joke, but I love that movie,” Liv hums.
“Jodi Foster was her first crush.” Josie smirks. Liv shoots her a look.
“Actually, it was Scully,” she sneers. “Gillian Anderson…yum.”
“Hell yea,” Josie agrees.
“You have a thing for red-headed FBI agents, huh?” I laugh.
“Yea, clearly I have a type.”
“Cops,” Derek hits the joint, chuckling then coughing.
“I’d do a cop,” Will mumbles, paying more attention to his vigorous texting. He peeks up at me. “You wanna go?”
I nod and haul my ass off the couch. We’re going to meet up with a few friends at a club in Hell’s Kitchen. Normally I’d be wary of venturing that way, being that the last time I saw the devil it was there, at his club.
But Club Edge burned down years ago, and from what I understand, they’re in the process of building apartments in its place. If The Ivory opened up a new Club Edge in the city, I haven’t heard about it through any of my connections.
Between The Ivory and The Carver, apparently it’s risky to go outanywherein New York these days. But I care less about being killed than I do about being bored.
So out we go.
“Bye bye bye.” Will preens while we’re hugging the girls. “See you hoes soon.”
