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That cockiness falls off Tom’s face. Who the fuck is Ashley’s father? All I really know about Ashley is that her mother and Nico’s father are having an affair. I don’t say anything or even respond to what she’s implying.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Kim. We’ll make some of the charges stick.” Tom shuffles his things together. “Now, Ms. Davidson, I need you to tell me what happened tonight.”

This is going to be a long night.

CHAPTER 42

The Party

Caden

After we drop everyone off at Jason’s for the party, Luke and I drive to the school.

“We should look for a camera too.” Luke rubs a hand down his face. It’s still early in the night since the game got called before halftime. Though the police station took longer than any of us wanted it to. We probably won’t get to my place until early morning.

“If we’d done this, we would have had a clean-up crew sweep the locker room as soon as everyone was gone.” I’m not confident we’re going to find anything, but it’s better to check.

“We wouldn’t have done something like this. Hopefully, Zach isn’t as smart as us.” Luke looks out the window. “Or his guys are inept.”

As we approach the school, all the lights are out, giving it an eerie feeling.

A little too much like those zombie shows Harper likes to watch. I pull around the backside of the building, out of sight. We walk to the door we came through earlier, but it’s locked now. Not surprising.

It’s not our only option though. Luke pulls out his keys and we walk to the door near the art room. It isn’t lost on me that all these years Harper was right there in that classroom just waiting for us to find her.

We wouldn’t have been ready for her though. She definitely wouldn’t have been ready for us. I knew that the first time I locked eyes with her, and the next moment she was gone.

I haven’t forgotten that I promised to share my art with her. But it seems like something always comes up. We’ve been running in survival mode for too long. It’s time to go on the offensive and take back what’s ours.

“We need to strike back,” I say as Luke unlocks the door.

After we walk in, he locks the door behind us.

The hallways are dark. The emergency lights have already gone out. We both have flashlights, but haven’t turned them on. No cars were in the parking lot, but we need to keep our voices down because there could be someone else in the school with us.

“How?” Luke asks quietly as we make our way to the girls’ locker room.

“Hit him where it hurts. We need to find his vulnerability.” It’s been frustrating that nothing has come up in all the shit we have to go through.

Luke shakes his head. “He doesn’t have anything we can go after. We don’t want Sidney. Fuck, he doesn’t even want Sidney. Our best way to get to him is to catch him with the drugs and get him arrested.”

“He’d probably sell out everyone to get off or receive a reduced charge.” It’s not a bad idea, but hard to implement. But if he sells out the upper people, he’ll have a target on his back. They may take him out before we have a chance to.

We wait for a second before rounding the corner. As if in agreement, we don’t talk once we’re in this hallway, close to the locker rooms. Everything is dark, but we know this school like the back of our hands. If we turn on our lights and someone is here, they’ll be able to escape before we even realize it.

So we’re in stealth mode. We’ll use the flashlights in the locker room where there’s absolutely no light. We’ll see if we can find Harper’s phone and the camera Zach must have planted. But there’s no guarantee we’re the first ones here.

The girls agreed to hang out with Nico and Harper while Eli and Jack worked the party. Eli also promised to set up some fights for later tonight. We don’t do it often, but fuck, I need to let off some steam that tackling some fuckwits during the game would have accomplished.

I don’t need to traumatize my girl with the aggression I’m feeling. Though fucking her helps.

We wait outside the girls’ locker room door and listen. No sounds come through. I open the door a little, but still no sound.

A small shaft of moonlight shines through the windows on the doors at the end of the hallway, giving off just enough light that I can see Luke’s shadow. He nods and we slip into the locker room.

Still nothing. No lights shining. No footsteps.

Disappointment floods me. I kind of hoped to have someone to chase, to punch, to get information out of. I close the door and lock it. If someone shows up, they can’t get the jump on us.