He hadn’t seen me yet,but I didn’t have enough time to break into the car without him noticing.
In general, I wasn’t afraid ofanyone. Vincent O’Rourke seemed like the kind of man it was wise to be wary of,though.
The man was smarter than helooked—which wasn’t a high bar to vault over, but still something.
I turned my back to them andwalked away, plans swirling in my head.
I needed that notebook. ForQuinn’ssake, and my own, and because Iwasn’tthe world’s worstdetective. I had figured this out.
It’d just taken me longer thanit should have. That was fine. Most detectives didn’t figure things out untilafter the second murder, at least. No one had died yet, so I’d come out ahead.
No guarantees I wouldn’t throttleVincent for what he’d done to Quinn. There might yet havebeena murder beforeall of this was over.
I needed a way to get intothat car.
A silver SUV caught myattention as I crossed the street, planning to loop back around and hope thatVincent would have moved on by then.
Logan drove a silver SUV.Notthisone, but one a lot like it.
And he was still in town.
What were friends for if notthe occasional spot of breaking-and-entering? Was it still breaking andentering if it was a car?
Logan would help me. He’d offered to.
All this plan needed to workwas for Vincent not to clean out his car, and I’d have the proof I needed.
I could ride in and rescueQuinn after all.
“Fox?”
Dave.
I looked up to confirm itwas him, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling. He’d had the USB stick. He wasin on this, too.
Without thinking, I grabbedhim by the front of his collar. Hot coffee spilled out of the cup he wascarrying, over his hand and my boots, and he yelped.
A few people glanced at us.
“He owes me money,” Iexplained to no one in particular, backing him up against the brick wall behindus.
They stopped looking.
“You,” I growled. “Youmiserable little cockstain.”
Dave stared at me with wideeyes. He’dbeen grinning when he approached, so this was probably a shock.
“What—”
“What did you do?” Iinterrupted. “Yougave Vincent a copy of Quinn’s song. I’vejust seen the USB stick you were using on his keychain.”
Dave did a fantastic impressionof a goldfish.
“Yeah, but… he’s Quinn’smanager. He wanted tosurprise him.”
“By leaking it?”
“By getting it on the album!”Dave said, panic in his eyes. “Please. Please don’t kill me.”
