“Or maybe,” Prime muttered, “he knows more than he’s saying.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
McKayla
Half an hour ago, Vin had radioed in that Ron had rolled up to the island and headed straight for his office.
Anchor hadn’t moved immediately.
That surprised me at first because Anchor didn’t exactly strike me as a patient man.He was more of a point, growl, destroy kind of personality, but apparently there was strategy buried under all that permanent irritation.
“Let him settle,” Anchor had said while standing near the bar with his coffee mug in one hand and the radio in the other.“If he thinks we’re coming, he’ll lock up.”
That had made sense.
It had also made the next twenty minutes feel approximately six years long.
I paced the common room until Push finally hooked one arm around my waist and pulled me back against his chest.“You’re gonna wear a path in the floor.”
“I’m thinking.”
“You’re spiraling.”
“That feels irritating.”
“Feels accurate.”
I had glared at him over my shoulder, but I hadn’t pulled away.Mainly because having Push behind me with his arm around me made it easier to breathe.
Now, we were walking toward Ron’s office.
Me, Push, Anchor, Prime, and Cross.
The island had that strange midday quiet going on, the kind that felt almost peaceful if you forgot there had been bodies dumped around it and wanted posters with my sister’s face showing up like party favors from hell.
The haunted house wasn’t open yet, but staff moved around getting things ready.Someone tested a chainsaw from inside the attraction, and the sudden roar ripped through the air hard enough to make me flinch.
Push’s hand landed at the small of my back instantly.“Okay?”he asked.
“Yeah.”I blew out a breath.“Still hate that sound.”
“Most people do.”
Anchor walked ahead of us with Cross beside him, both of them looking casual in that not casual at all biker way.Prime followed a step behind, scanning everything around us like he expected a threat to climb out of a concession stand.
We reached the concession building and headed around the side toward the staircase leading upstairs.
My stomach twisted.I wasn’t even sure my hunch was right, and that was the part bothering me most.
Ron could’ve genuinely misremembered what Erin said.He could’ve thrown out Tennessee because people said random things all the time.Maybe Erin really had mentioned it because she wanted to mislead him, or maybe he’d heard it from someone else and got his wires crossed.
But something about his answer still felt wrong.
Too easy.
Too neat.
Too weirdly specific.
