He rolled his eyes and paced for a moment. “Fuck it. There’s no avoiding cameras once we get to the parking lot. Let’s wipe it clean from our fingerprints and I’ll toss it out the window somewhere between here and home.” He returned to the van for his clothes.
“Shouldn’t we destroy it? Otherwise they’ll see the GPS. What would he have been doing here in the middle of the night?”
“I don’t know. That’s for the police to figure out, come on.” He adjusted his leather jacket and brushed his hair back.
Smart. Sebastian was way better at this murder thing than I was. I wasn’t sure if that was comforting or terrifying.
Both.
We climbed back into the moving van and started back. The music wasn’t as loud as it was on the way to dispose of Glenn. Instead, the mood was somber, and we discussed what we’d tell the police and what my next moves would be once we knew we were in the clear. Sebastian was confident we wouldn’t be linked to Glenn’s death, but he was also a professional actor, so I had a hard time believing him. His entire job was to convince his audience.
We pulled the moving van into the lot, right next to Glenn’s car, just as the sun was starting to rise. Sebastian took my hand. He smiled down at me and lifted his wrist to flash his watch.
“Would you look at that? It’s call time. Let’s go play pretend, Final Girl.”
Chapter 15
Evie
The Showmance
Having done a quick inspection of the back to make sure there was no evidence of Glenn, we closed the doors, and I left the key for the moving company to come pick the vehicle back up. Utterly exhausted, I leaned on Sebastian, wrapping my arm around him. However, the moment I saw a crew member pass by, I yanked myself away. The guy gave us a tight smile and wave before moving on.
“Ouch.” Sebastian whistled. “That’s hard not to take personally.”
“What?” I cringed. I hadn’t meant to have such a visceral reaction. “Sorry. I just—”
“Don’t want people seeing us together?”
“Sebastian...” I sighed as we walked toward set.
“No, no, I get it. I understand you don’t want us to get serious. I just wish we’d had this talkbeforewe ditched a body in the desert.”
I leaped in front of him and slapped my hand over his mouth. “Beep beep, Ritchie!”
He grinned under my hand. His eyes lit up, knowing he’d gotten a rise out of me. I looked around and tugged him around the corner, behind a sound stage, before removing my hand.
“What are you doing?” I hissed.
“Apparently, getting shot down.”
“What are you talking about?” I shook my head. This was not the time or place to be discussing something that wasn’t even a possibility. I leaned against the wall, running a hand through my hair.
“That’s why I came to your house last night,” he said. “Because we had a moment at the chemistry test, and I thought maybe—”
“Maybe what? That I’d want to date again? That I’d fall back in love with you, and we would run off into the sunset? Sebastian, that’s not why I’m here. I can’t—”
Dante passed by and caught sight of us. He walked over, and I shut my mouth.
“Beep beep, Ritchie,” I whispered.
“Back?” Sebastian asked.
I cocked my head, confused. His expression had clouded over. His eyes seemed to be recalling a memory, and his jaw had gone slightly slack. An instant later, he looked down at me, his gaze curious. “Fallbackin love with me?”
My belly fluttered, and I opened my mouth to tell him this was not the time, but before I could, Dante reached us, and I snapped my mouth shut.
“You’re both here! That’s great. I have to be on set in a bit for some establishing shots, but I need you to go over to the production office. We’ve got our PR managers and some lawyers there that want to talk to you.”
