Page 16 of Devil’s Snare

“It’s only been a few days,” I pointed out.

“Long enough to give us an update.”

“You’re right.” I took another sip of tea as he continued.

“Calling gets us nowhere. They placate us because they can. We’re not there to stay in their face and demand answers.”

I set my mug down, giving Ethan my full attention. “Is that what you want to do? Storm into the police station and scream until they tell us what we want to know?”

“I don’t scream. You can, though. It’s terrifying.”

The words were as close to a joke as he could get right now. I knew my brother was frustrated. I was, too. “Not everyone can be a scream queen. It’s a skill.”

He just shook his head. “We need to go, G.”

We did. “Okay, then you sleep on my couch, and we go after breakfast.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, if you can manage to get any rest after all that caffeine.”

Ethan drained the cup in front of me and placed it on the coffee table. “Done. Wake me at eight.”

“I get the shower first,” I announced, knowing he wouldn’t mind.

“Yeah, yeah. Go to bed, G. We’ve got hell to raise tomorrow.”

AFTER A QUICK BREAKFAST, I locked up my apartment and left with Ethan. We took my truck since I wasn’t riding his bike in the rain. It was coming down in thick sheets as I turned my wiper blades to the highest setting, leaning forward to see through the streaks on my windshield.

“Pull over.”

“What?” I chanced a glance at my brother.

His arms folded across his chest as he shook his head. “You’re driving like a scared old lady. Let me take over.”

Insulted, I huffed. “No. I’m fine.”

“We’re driving ten miles under the speed limit, G.”

Someone drove by us and honked, flipping me off.

Shit.

“See?”

With a sigh, I turned on my blinker and parked long enough to switch places with Ethan.

He smirked as he climbed behind the wheel and drove toward the police station.

“I’m insulted.” I really wasn’t, though. Just a bit stressed. Oh, and grieving a dead sister.

“No, you’re not. Thank fuck.” His hand stretched out and squeezed mine. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

I nodded, trusting Ethan. He never went back on a promise to Becka or me. The rain didn’t let up. He found a spot and parked as close as possible so I wouldn’t get soaked. I really did have the best brother.

As we approached the front entrance of the police station, Ethan cracked his neck and knuckles. “No bullshit, G. We don’t let them give us fake promises and vague answers.”

He wasn’t kidding about the raising hell part.