“Wet? I don’t think so, other than the obvious, but I’m thinking that’s not what you’re talking about.” Alice resettles herself on the couch while I take the chair across from Quinn. Her eyes are on me, even though she’s tucked into Griff’s side.
“Apparently, they’re soaking weed in blood and smoking it to get high. Someone here is supplying it.” Even though I trust Alice, I watch her reaction to the news.
“Holy shit, really? And that works?”
“So they say,” Griff mutters while rubbing the ends of Quinn’s hair between his fingers.
“How long has this been going on? How did you find out?” Alice questions rapidly.
“We don’t know. Griff suspected there might be some sippin’ going on, and we put it together from there. The kids we rounded up this morning confessed about Wet.” I grab one of the phones. “We’re trying to figure out who’s involved and who the dealers might be.”
“Holy shit,” Alice whispers again. “It would have to be a blooded vamp, or someone who has access to the bank.”
I huff. “Shit doesn’t seem to be on the up and up there.” I decide to include her in my misgivings about the place. Things weren’t right there this morning.
“At the blood bank? Have you talked to Wes? He was there every day picking up his bags until recently.”
“He didn’t get deliveries?” Griff asks.
“No, he would just go there twice a day.” Alice shrugs.
“His shift should be over soon. Think you could talk him into coming up here for a few before he crashes for the day?” Alice just smiles at my challenge, then grabs her phone. Her thumbs fly over the screen as she fires off a text.
Her phone vibrates just seconds later, and she turns it around so I can see the screen. “He’ll be up as soon as he’s done.”
Quinn
Griffin wraps his arm over my shoulders and tugs me a little closer right before there’s a knock on the door. Evan is already up and moving to answer it, and I’m pretty sure we all know who it is.
“Thanks for coming,” Evan says, allowing a hesitant-looking Wes to walk slowly past him.
“Of course, what do you need from me?”
“Have a seat.” Griffin’s voice is stiff, and Wes visibly swallows at his command.
Alice pats the cushion next to her and offers him a smile of reassurance. I scoot a little closer to Griffin to give them more room on the sofa.
“You might have information that would be helpful to us,” Evan starts. “We’ve filled Alice in on a little bit of what’s been going on. She brought it to our attention that you’ve been visiting the blood bank daily until recently, correct?”
Wes’ brows furrow. “Yeah, my transition wasn’t very long ago. I was—”
Griff cuts him off. “Did you witness anything unusual?” I jab my elbow into his side, and he looks down at me.
“Rude,” I mouth.
“No. I mean, I don’t think so. What kind of unusual?” Wes doesn’t seem affronted.
“You know about what happened in Quinn’s room, the blood?” Evan prompts.
“What…what blood?” Alice turns to look between Evan and me.
“You didn’t even tell her? You’re like a little vault.” Evan smiles softly at me.
“You better start talking now, chickee,” Alice demands.
“Remember the night we went to pick up Jacob? Well, when I got back to my room, someone had poured blood all over the entryway. I didn’t bother with the light, it’s not like I was expecting something like that. I ended up slipping in it, which left me butt deep in blood. Not my finest moment.”
“You didn’t smell it?” Alice wrinkles her nose.
