And yet... something about the way Red looks at Sage, the way he said that, resonates with me. Iwouldgo to the ends of the earth to find Jericho, and I sure as hell tried. I just never once stopped to askwhy.
My chest squeezes.Holy fuck.Have I been blind this whole time? Am I—
“There he is,” Grant says, gesturing to the television. I didn’t even notice it was playing again. “Watch.”
He replays the clip, revealing a white sedan passing the driveway.
“That’s Rip’s car, isn’t it?”
Jericho nods.
“Thought so. I’ve seen that car before at the club.”
Grant clicks on the next video, taken only twenty minutes after we high-tailed it out of my subdivision.
“He must’ve come back,” Jericho says.
I grind my teeth together, finally getting a good look at the man who’s been chasing Jericho. He’s tall with dark skin, a pierced ear, and dreads that almost touch his shoulders. He’s smaller than I expected, but still deadly.
I hold my breath as Rip enters the house, and Jericho closes his eyes, as if listening. But a couple minutes later, Rip leaves.
“What did he do?”
Jericho shrugs. “Probably just looked around.”
“Go to the last one,” Forest says.
The final video was taken nearly ten hours later. Rip, another guy, and a petite dark-haired woman approach the house.
“Who are they?” Jasmine asks, looking at Jericho.
“No idea. I’ve never seen them before.”
“It’s not Foxx?” I ask.
He shakes his head and frowns when all three of them head inside. They must leave the door open because a moment later, I hear a stony, male voice.
“Well? What are you waiting for?”
“It won’t work,”a female voice says.
“Is that Rip?” I whisper. Jericho nods.
Rip sighs dramatically, as if annoyed.“Try anyway.”
“I told you, I can only read people who have been dead for a few hours. This guy has clearly been here a while."
There’s a shuffle, then a pained cry, as if Rip is hurting the woman.“Should I tell Foxx you resisted his orders?”
“N-no,”the woman rasps, as if struggling for air. Is he strangling her?
“What was that?”Rip asks again.
“No.”
“Good.”
For the next five minutes, all I can hear is hushed whispers and faint shuffling. When I look at Jericho, he’s standing still, eyes closed. Completely focused.
