No, but he knows Lennon. “Right, you hardly knew London, but what about Lennon? Were you stalking her?” I ask.
“Hell no, Dash. Why?” he asks.
“Because someone was…and still has been,” I explain.
He blinks a few times, still seeming a bit disoriented himself.
“You mean, she had a stalker who killed her?” he asks.
I move closer to him so I can search his eyes for a genuine reaction when I drop the truth bomb on him that she’s still alive.
“They didn’t succeed. But they tried again tonight,” I explain.
His eyes get impossibly wider and his lips part in shock.
“You mean, she’s Lennon?” he asks.
“That’s exactly what I mean, Dillan.”
“But…I don’t understand,” he says.
“Why don’t you sit down. It’s a lot to process, but it’s true,” I tell him as I help him sit down beside the track.
“Where’s London, then?” he asks as his gaze pings from where Lennon sits unconscious to me.
“She’s dead. He killed her.”
“Who?” he demands sounding upset.
“It looks like it was one of your best friends. Jackson.”
“What?” he says as he shakes his head.
“Stay here. I need to see if he’s okay,” I say through gritted teeth.
I want him to be okay so I can look him in the eye and find out why. I need him to pay for what he’s done to all of us, but especially to Lennon. He took everything from her, including her twin sister.
As I round his car, he’s lying outside the driver’s door and his chest rises and falls, so he’s breathing. But his legs are trapped under the car like he was thrown out.
He turns his head as he hears me approaching.
“D-Dash. Should’ve known you’d sh-show up,” he says as his teeth chatter.
“Of course, I did. I love her,” I say matter-of-factly as I near his side.
He grins and his teeth are covered in blood from where it looks like he hit his mouth or nose or maybe both on something.
“Are you going to fi-finish me off? You could, you know. N-no one would know, they’d just assume I succumbed to my injuries.”
I crouch beside him. “Unlike you, I won’t tamper with an accident scene. And killing you would be too easy. You deserve to pay for everything you’ve done. You get to look Lincoln in the eye and explain yourself all the while knowing your life is over. You’ll live. I’ll see to it.”
Sirens and lights fill the track as emergency personnel arrive on scene. Hendrix is with them, and I flag him over. He runs to me with a medical bag slung over his shoulder.
“This is the guy responsible for destroying our lives. He looks like he could go into shock at any time. I haven’t touched him, I swear.”
Hendrix exchanges a look with me which conveys he’ll take care of him so he’ll live to face the consequences.
Before I turn to head back to Lennon’s car, he grabs my arm. “Where is she?” he asks with his brows drawn together in concern.
