Page 78 of The Good Girl

“Havoc wanted to remove Khan and Driller from their positions?—”

“And now?” the ice cream guy barks, cutting me off.

“Now we need to find out what happened to the girls first, especially if Khan and Driller are the only ones who know.”

The men in the room exchange glances before David speaks. “Marjorie, take the boys home for Jorden. We won’t be far behind you.”

Marjorie gets up and walks over to the boys covered in ice cream. She wipes their hands with a paper napkin before taking them outside.

David scans the room and nods at two teen girls in the back. “Becca, Lou, you two should head out too.”

“But David, this affects us,” Lou protests.

He looks at me, but I shrug. “I think they're old enough to make their own decisions. I’ve always believed keeping women in the dark ‘for their own good’ is a load of crap. How can they protect themselves if they don't know what’s going on? It’s the equivalent of asking us to fight blindfolded.”

He sighs and nods. “Okay, girls, you can stay.” Looking back at me, he nods to the door.

“Better bring your boy in here.”

I take a deep breath and pray that I’ve done the right thing before standing and heading outside.

Chapter Nineteen

Havoc

Ilean back in my seat, watching Byte and Ferris watch Elmo, who’s going through everything he’s got.

“There’s been some discrepancies, and I’ve brought them up with Khan a few times, but he keeps telling me not to worry.”

“When you say discrepancies…”

He sighs and hands me the papers. “Somehow, we’re missing close to ten grand every month.”

Byte curses, and I lean forward to look over the reports.

“Khan had me stop doing the accounts monthly and instead wanted them done quarterly, then last year wanted them done annually. It makes it harder to track shit because I have more to go through, but I’m a tenacious fucker when I need to be.”

“I take it you didn’t know about this?” I say, looking up from the papers at the other two men.

“No. I had no fucking idea,” Byte growls.

And Ferris just shakes his head.

“If that was me, I’d be pissed and want to know who the fuck took the money.”

“So what does that tell you?” Mac asks, already knowing the answer.

Elmo looks like he’s been punched in the gut, but Byte’s pissed. “That Khan’s the one taking it. Son of a bitch.”

“Why, though?” Toot asks. “Is he spending it on blow and women?”

“Good question,” I say, turning to Byte, Ferris, and Elmo.

The three of them look at each other.

“Look,”—I put the papers down—“I’m not going to sugarcoat it. I don’t trust you. How can I, when everyone here was more than happy to let me take the fall?”

“We didn’t know,” Elmo growls.

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