“Because you should, not because you want to.”
“Is everything going okay at the sorority?”
Ugh, I hate small talk.
“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t been there in days.”
His eyes narrow. “Where’ve you been staying then?”
“Here. There. Everywhere, really. I have friends.”
I haven’t actually been back because I don’t feel safe anymore now that homeboy Foley knows I am his stalker. I’m well aware he’s been waiting for my return to the sorority so he can give me a piece of his mind, and I’m not going to wait there for him to come pick me up like some dainty little lady.
“So why did you want me here? It was obviously urgent,” I say, clearing my throat.
“Right. A body was burned at Otto’s scrapyard, and another body was found right outside campus grounds.”
I fold my arms.
“Do you happen to know anything about that?” he asks.
“Why would you immediately think of me?”
The pen he’s holding between his thumb and index finger starts wiggling back and forth faster and faster.
“I already talked with my son, and it wasn’t him.”
“And you believe him, of course,” I reply, stoically.
“Cops are swarming these grounds, and I have people asking me questions about students that I cannot answer. Hell, even the fucking frats and sororities are being monitored for dangerous activities,” he rants.
I shrug. “I don’t see how that’s my problem.”
“Do I need to contact your mother?”
My eye begins to twitch. “Do you want to start another war with your own sister?”
“No, I’m trying to put a stop to this before it destroys the university,” he says through gritted teeth. “One of you is lying, and I will find out who it is.”
I snort. “I thought you knew by now that you reap what you sow.”
His brows furrow. “How so?”
“You created your son. Like my mother created me.”
His nostrils flare.
“We are peas of the same pod,” I say, smiling.
“Lana never killed indiscriminately.”
I lean back and throw my arm over the chair. “Oh, and you think I do?”
The flicking of the pen stops. “So you admit it was you?”
I tilt my head. “I’m not admitting to anything. I’m simply holding up a mirror.”
“You can talk your way out of this as much as you want. We all know the truth.”
