It takes me fifteen minutes to get to the warehouse, and it’s dark as hell. As I enter the abandoned space, I spend a half second wishing Niki were watching my six, but the place is empty without even the skittering of rat claws to keep me company. When I arrive at the spot where we left Cole’s body, all that’s left is a faint outline in the debris. The body is gone.
Chapter Eight
JOSIE
There might be something wrong with me. It should freak me out to open my eyes and find Bam lying in my bed next to me. I tried to stay up last night to wait for him to get back, but I crashed at some point or another.
He lies there peacefully next to me on top of the blanket. He changed his clothes. I only notice because the black shirt he’s wearing today is slightly different. His hands are resting behind his head, his legs kicked fully out. The only thing missing are his shoes.
I stare at him. He appears younger in his sleep, his thick lashes that a lot of girls would pay to have resting against his cheeks. He is far too good-looking for anyone’s good. It should be criminal. I snort a laugh because he is a criminal. Well, from what I can surmise anyway. I don’t truly know what he does for a living, but the way he skirts around the topic tells me what I need. His eyes pop open.
“You watching me sleep?”
“Yes.” I sit up. “I could have killed you.”
“Maybe next time?” he offers to make me laugh. Bam always smiles or plays back at my stupid jokes. I’m starting to think he gets me. I can’t say that about anyone else. The friends I alwayshave are fleeting. They end up falling off one way or another. Being called weird or strange isn’t abnormal to me, but Bam doesn’t say those things. He seems to enjoy my company, which is nice. I’m already getting more used to it than I should.
“Maybe.” I nod. “But if you keep making yourself useful, then I can’t kill you.”
“Then we got a problem, rebel.”
“Wait, how did you get in here?” I know I set the alarm, and he knows the code, but you still need a key. There’s also the damn camera, and my dad would have been blowing up my phone if he saw Bam enter in the middle of the night.
“Back door.”
“I forgot to lock it?”
“I didn’t say that.” He reaches over, grabbing one of my unfurled curls, reminding me that I am likely a mess.
“You picked it!” I squeak.
He raises his brows. “Is that a problem?”
“Yes! If you don’t teach me how to do it too.” That is so cool. I need that in my arsenal for when I’m sneaking around trying to get information. A skill like that will definitely come in handy.
“I don’t know, rebel.” He chuckles, sitting up. “You might get yourself into all kinds of problems if I give you that skill set. Besides, you need me around if you can’t do it.”
“That’s bullshit,” I huff, but he’s right. I’d end up back in jail and be wanted in this state too. “Wait,” I backtrack. “What’s the problem?”
“The body was gone.”
“What?” I whisper. “Like the police found him?”
“Nope.”
“Holy crap.” I throw my comforter back and jump out of bed. I pause. “I shared a bed with a boy.” I grab my notebook off my nightstand to make a note of that. See, I told my dad. Bam hasn’t tried to cop a feel or kiss me. It’s kind of disappointing.
“A boy? Second time you called me that.” He pretends to be offended. “My first time too, rebel.” Bam hits me with a wink. That should be criminal too.
“Okay, so there’s no more body.”Focus, I remind myself.
“Shouldn’t we check your blood sugar? I’ll make some eggs before we need to head to school.”
“But the body is gone.” It couldn’t have been more than an hour, two tops, after we left that warehouse until Bam returned.
“I’m worried about your body first.”
“Ah, that’s sweet, even though you haven’t copped any feels.”
