“Perfect.”
Sebastian propped him up against a wall in my kitchen as I opened the garage and pulled the van in. Thankfully it was a smaller vehicle and was able to fit, albeit snuggly. I pushed the button to shut the garage and then opened the back of the van.
“Plenty of space.” Sebastian groaned as he hoisted Glenn over his shoulder and tossed him like a rag doll into the back. I jumped as his body hit the metal flooring with a loudthump!
“Your mom have a shovel?” Sebastian asked, looking around the garage.
“She did!” I hurried to the wall and grabbed it. I’d never been more grateful that I hadn’t thrown anything out. Not only did we have materials to help with getting rid of the evidence, but I knew exactly where to find them. I handed him the shovel, and he tossed it into the van.
“Cool. Get in.” He flashed the keys and nodded to the other side of the moving van.
“Where are we going?” I asked, sliding into the passenger side.
“Water or desert?” he asked, reaching for my hand and squeezing it. Digging out my own keys, I pushed the button to open the garage, and slowly, he backed out and drove down the long driveway, passing his car as we went.
It took me a moment to understand. “Well, we have the shovel.” I shrugged. Was there a correct answer?
“Desert it is. Thankfully, we’re close to I-10 East, there’s not a lot of cameras. I’ll watch for those, you handle the music.”
The stereo began to ding, and suddenly my voice assistant on my phone chirped.
“Where would you like to go, Evie?”
Sebastian hit the brakes and turned to look at me.
“Your GPS is on?”
I shrunk in my seat, cringing.
With a low growl of annoyance, Sebastian stopped, drove back into the garage, and handed me his phone. I grabbed it along with mine before heading into the house, tossing them onto the living room couch. Returning, I buckled my seat belt, and we backed out of my drive again but stopped at the end of my driveway.
“Where’s his phone?” He looked back and nodded at Glenn. “Grab it and use his finger to unlock it. We’ll see what music he’s got.”
I climbed into the back, grimacing and avoiding touching his lifeless body as much as I could while digging into his pockets. I pressed the button on the side and pushed Glenn’s pointer finger onto the glass. I huffed as the phone rejected the attempt.
“It wants his face.” I glanced up at Glenn’s head, slumped backward. Would it still work with his eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out? Reluctantly, I turned the overhead light on and grabbed Glenn’s hair, pulling his head up. My stomach rolled as I stared at the man who had been alive only an hour ago. Steeling myself, I quickly tried the face recognition, and much to my relief, it worked.
Rejoining Sebastian in the front, I pressed the buttons on the radio to connect and then went to Glenn’s music.
“He likes country,” I muttered, scrolling through his Spotify.
“Liked,” Sebastian said firmly.
I looked up into his cold eyes and nodded. “Right. Liked.”
I typed emo into the music app’s search bar, something I knew he liked.
Sebastian gripped the wheel, and only when My Chemical Romance poured from the speakers did he press on the pedal. A grin spread over his face as his shoulders relaxed, and we drove off the property and onto the road. As soon as we were on the highway, he began to belt the song, and soon, I found myself joining in.
For three hours, it felt like we were kids again—just cruising, goofing around, and singing to MCR and all the other emo bands from the early 2000s. Back then, this was what we listened to on set. The adults inSimon Sayshad been teenagers in the early 2000s. They loved blasting the music they grew up on while in hair and makeup or between takes.
I couldn’t wait to be a part of that. This time, I would be in a makeup chair too.
With our turn back in time, I’d all but forgotten the dead body in the back until we drove past the sign for Joshua Tree National Park.
Oh, right. We’d killed someone.
“You wanted the desert,” he said as he parked and got out of the van.
