I looked down at the scratched tabletop and tried to breathe through the sudden heaviness in my chest.A missing sister had brought me here, but now I was sitting in the middle of a war I didn’t understand yet.
One with old ghosts, dead bodies, and a killer who seemed to know exactly where to cut to make the club bleed.
I lifted my gaze back to Anchor.“And Erin?”I asked.“Where does my sister fit into all of this?”
No one answered.
Not because they didn’t want to, but because they didn’t know.
And somehow that silence terrified me more than any answer could have.
Chapter Seven
Push
The haunted house sounded different from the clubhouse at night.
Even with the windows shut and the distance between the two buildings, I could still hear the faint pulse of bass from the midway speakers and the occasional muffled scream drifting through the trees whenever the wind shifted right.
The clubhouse felt too quiet without the rest of the guys there.
Anchor, Pull, Piney, Cross, Post, Vin, Lost, and Wannabe were all out handling the haunted house crowd while Prime and I stayed back with Shay and McKayla.Anchor had given McKayla the go-ahead to look through the footage from the nights the bodies had been found.
He trusted her enough to go through the footage, but I wasn’t sure what else he was going to trust her with.That was probably the smarter call anyway because McKayla had already shown she’d walk directly into danger if left unattended for more than five minutes.
The woman had literally stumbled into a corpse.
I leaned against the wall near the hallway entrance with a beer in one hand and stared toward the open doorway to McKayla’s room.
She’d been in there for almost two hours.
No TV.
No music.
Just surveillance footage and muttered commentary every once in a while when she forgot we could hear her.Apparently she narrated to herself when thinking.
I’d learned that thirty minutes ago when she’d whispered, “Okay, murder island, what else do you have for me?”
Prime looked over from the couch where Shay was curled against his side reading one of Pearl’s paperback thrillers.“You gonna stand there all night looking constipated?”
I glanced at him.“I don’t look constipated.”
Shay looked up from her book.“You kinda do.”
Traitors.
Prime grinned and pointed his beer bottle at me.“You’re hovering.”
“I’m not hovering.”
“You’re one step away from wearing a path in the floor.”
I took the last drink from my beer.“I’m making sure she’s okay.”
Prime barked out a laugh.“That sounded real convincing.”
“It’s true.”
