Page 60 of Devious Gambit

“You find a guy who wants to date a wheel chair bound fox let me know,” my sister uttered.

“I will,” I promised her.

“This message will self-destruct in ten, nine…”

I hummed the Mission Impossible theme tune as she counted down, both of us ending the call when she hit one.

I turned back one more time to watch the sad drama or tragicomedy as Gallagher might call it. Greene was dancing on the roof, two officers and Darryn standing behind him, coaxing him down, and the crowd cheering him on.

It looked like Liam Greene just got his fifteen seconds of fame, which was better than what we boys were going to deal to him.

TWENTY THREE

Rhys

Lise pulled me into Stads bathroom, checked that the stalls were clear, locked the door and asked “What’s happened?”

“I was accosted,” I whispered.

She narrowed her eyes as shadow past over her face and folded her arms over her ample bosom. “By who?”

“Liam Greene. He came to my apartment and made me do things-”

“-What things?” Her nostril flared in anger. “Did he abuse you?”

I nodded. “I bit down on him.”

She gasped, placing her hand on her throat. “You bit him?”

“Yes. But that’s not why I want to talk to you.” I placed my hand on my temple where it still throbbed from his blow. “I asked him who the other two rapists were.”

“And?” I could almost see smoke coming out of her ears. At least I knew she was on my side and I didn’t like the idea of having her as an enemy. “All he said was…and I quote ‘the king of the castle and his dirty rascal.’”

She glanced off to the side and ran her hand over her short, dark blond hair. “The king and his dirty rascal. Who would that be?”

“I’m guessing a leader of something, obviously, and his helper.”

“Wow! I need to tell Gretta.”

A solid banging on the bathroom door halted us. “Girls!” our boss, Larry, bellowed. “I need you out here for prepping.”

“We’ll be out in a minute,” Lise called back through the door. “We’ve got…woman problems.”

He groaned. “I didn’t need to know that.”

Lise pressed her ear against the door, listening to his footsteps walking away and gave me signal when it was okay to continue.

“There’s more,” I informed her.

“Go on.”

“He…” I paused because I found it so hard say it aloud. I’d rather pretend all that stuff with Sweeney didn’t happen. “He keeps accusing me of killing-” She placed a finger to her lips to stop me from finishing the sentence.

“Has he got proof?” she whispered.

“Says I dumped his body in the lake.”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course, he’d say that since that’s where Sweeney’s car was found.” She spoke as if it wasn’t she who rolled the car into the lake. She spoke as if she wasn’t even there. “Is that all?”

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