“That’s true,” Anchor admitted.“But that doesn’t answer my question.”
Ron backed up until his hip hit the edge of the printer table.
The machine hummed again behind him.
Still printing.
God, what was it printing?
Anchor pushed off the desk slowly.“Does the name Caleb Token mean anything to you?”
Ron froze.
My stomach dropped.
Anchor’s eyes narrowed.“Yeah.Thought so.”
Ron shook his head hard.“No.”
“Ron,” Anchor deadpanned.
“No!”His voice cracked.
Prime took one step forward.
Ron jerked like he’d been shocked.
Anchor didn’t move closer, but his voice sharpened.“What about Bernice?”
Ron screamed, “Stop!”The sound tore out of him so violently, I flinched.
Push moved immediately, stepping slightly in front of me.
Ron’s eyes were wild now.Sweat had gathered at his temples, and his hands shook so hard I could see it from across the room.
“Don’t say her name,” Ron snapped.“You don’t know anything.”
Anchor’s voice stayed calm.Too calm.“Then tell us.”
Ron laughed.
Not normal.Not amused.It was cracked right down the middle.
Push’s whole body went rigid beside me.“Why are you killing people and dumping them on the island?”
Ron’s head snapped toward him.
Then he cackled.The sound scraped down my spine.“Me?”Ron’s eyes went wide and manic.“You think I’m the one doing this?”
Nobody answered.
Ron laughed harder.“Jesus Christ.You guys aren’t smart enough to figure this one out.”
Anchor’s mouth tightened.“I thought we were pals, Ron.”
Ron sneered.“You thought a lot of things.”
Prime moved another step.“You’re gonna tell us everything you know.”
