"Of course I do." Archer pulled out his phone. With a hint of reluctance, he handed it to Woody, letting him see for himself what was on the screen.
I didn't need to see it. I knew enough already.
Woody’s face turned pale, then slightly green.
"I knew he was… I don't know. Not a nice guy," he said slowly. "But this…"
"It's all true," Cass said, his voice soft and sympathetic, but firm at the same time. "I confirmed all of it."
Woody's shoulders sagged. "I'm starting to wish I killed him myself."
"I wish you had too," Sable said. "Then you wouldn't keep trying to kill me."
He shot her a look but then handed back Archer's phone. "So he was an asshole. So what… what does that have to do with any of them?"
He was still frowning when Sable's mouth dropped open, forming a pretty O. One that would look perfect around my cock if we weren't here right now.
"One was a woman," she whispered. She glanced over at me, then back at Harlow. "You're not telling me…"
"Harlow has some extracurricular activities," I said carefully.
I knew what she got up to, most of the time. I had contacts all over the city. Not much happened in the shadows that I didn'tknow about. Not when it came to people like Wolfgang Taylor-Francis. I made it my job to keep track of them. Like a mental checklist when we or someone else disposed of them.
"You're not supposed to know about it," Harlow said, tugging at her ponytail.
"You're not going to tell the police, are you?" Sable asked before clapping her hand over her mouth.
The conflict was clear on her face. Harlow saved her from a horrible man. She didn't want her punished for it. On the other hand, letting her walk away was technically illegal.
"I have no plans to tell anyone," I said. "I know you won't either."
Her hand still over her mouth, she shook her head. She was dead cute, this woman.
"I won't say anything either," Leif said. "Except 'good work.'" He offered Harlow a fist bump. She hesitated for a moment before bumping his back.
"I'm really starting to think I should have been there, helping Harlow that night," Boner said sadly.
She patted him on the back. "It's okay. There are lots of other nights."
That cheered him up. He grinned. "You're right, there are."
"Who the fuck was the other one?" Woody asked. "Who was themanwho killed my father?"
"Wasn't me," Jules said, as if bored by the whole conversation.
Cass glanced at Archer before saying, "It wasn't me either." Of course that narrowed it down to the last person in the room.
Archer sighed. "I was the other one."
Sable surprised me by leaping up from her chair and giving Harlow a hug, then hurrying over to do the same to Archer.
"I've been wanting to thank you for so long," she said.
She stepped back, frowning, conflicted again. "Should I be thanking people who killed to help me? Isn't this some kind of… I don't know, illegal?"
I stood and put my arms around her, drawing her to me and offering her the comfort of my body.
"Where would you be now if they hadn't?" I asked. "What would have happened if you told the police what he was doing to you?"
