Rogue grins. “Like I was giving up that honor? But here’s the thing. The crazy guy seemed more irritated that I didn’t give him time to record his snuff film before he died than the fact that I was torturing him before I killed him.”
Odd. “Nutjobs don’t always make sense. Obsession is a powerful thing.”
He walks over to the wall of video screens. The club security feeds are playing in the background, as well as a few from my house, including the ones pointing at Greer’s front and back yards.
“Yeah, but here’s the thing. He wasn’t obsessed with her as much as those videos. Yeah, she was part of it. Right before I ended him, he said he was just trying to prove that he was the biggest fan, and because of me, he was going to lose.”
That’s an odd way of phrasing it.
“Not that he was her biggest fan. That he was THE biggest fan. And that isn’t something you win like a contest.”
Weird. Very weird.
“Did anyone do a deep dive into him?”
“No. Once you had her, we stopped searching. Why?”
“I’ve got this feeling in my gut that there was more to what he was saying. I can’t let it go.”
“Then don’t. Go invade his privacy all you like. The guy’s dead, so be careful about it. Right now, there’s nothing tying us to his disappearance. We don’t want to give the cops any reason to look at us.”
Greer’s front door opens, and she steps out in one of her normal outfits.
Rogue whistles. “So that’s why you’re watching the house next door. That woman is fine. Does this mean you’ve given up on hating women?”
“Possibly. She feels different. While you were gone, I did everything wrong…”
“…after all that, you’re in for one uphill ride.”
Don’t I know it. “I think she’s going to be worth it…I just worry—”
“That she’s hiding who she really is. This time you’ve got me. I’ve got your back. If I see any signs that she’s anything but the sweet woman who cooks for Creed every morning, I’ll let you know, or do what needs to be done if you end up obsessed.”
“I may not thank you for it.”
“I know, but friends do the hard things. Plus, you don’t hit as hard as you think.”
“Oh, really? I’m not the one who has been sitting on my butt all day for weeks. Wanna go hit the mats?”
“You’re on. I’ll try not to bruise your face up too much that it’ll scare that new pretty lady of yours.”
“Oh, really. And what’s Dylan going to do when you come home bruised?”
Rogue laughs. “Have I told you about all the training she’s had…”
***
“Are you sure Greer’s going to understand not being invited to the party?” Creed hefts a bag of ice on his shoulders.
“I didn’t think about that.”
“Women are sensitive when it comes to things like that. She might think that you’re still mad at her.”
“You’re awfully worried about the neighbor.”
“It’s not often you get a hot neighbor.”
“Creed.”
