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Maeve: What the fuck is this?

Penny: I don’t know, but I think he was the one she was seeing

Maeve: How do you know she was seeing anyone?

Penny: She was. That last night, she said she was breaking things off…I think he might be the one, Maeve

Maeve: The one what?

Penny: Who killed her. I need to find out who he is, and I need your help

With the way my head is spinning, I’m not sure I have the presence of mind to answer. Besides, what are we, amateur detectives, now? Is she insane? I mean, I know I asked Matt, but I thought that was to inform the police.

Maeve: Me? Find him? How?

Penny: I’m going to create a fake profile and message him

Although I want Dixie’s killer caught just like everyone else, I’m quite sure seeking him out is not the best way to expose him.

Maeve: Are you sure that’s a good idea?

Penny: Why not? It’s not like he’ll know who I am

Maeve: I don’t know, what if he figures it out somehow? Tell the police

Penny: The police don’t know shit, I’m not leaving it to them to figure out

Maeve: Penny, I’m worried

After staring at the phone in expectation of an answer that doesn’t come, I rub my aching brow.

What was Dixie up to? Why would she communicate with guys like these?

It doesn’t add up. Dixie was wild but not like this. Never like this.

Chapter Six

Maeve

The following week I brood through my classes, caught up in Penny’s obsession with some dude named Kenny with the ridiculous handle, Dr. Love.

Whoever killed Dixie, reportedly cut off her damn head, this is not someone you confront nor bait. He’s dangerous and I’m worried about Penny’s insistence which is why I convince Bone to take me to Fight Club.

Maybe I can put this to bed before it becomes something dangerous, like provoking a damn killer. If I’m lucky, I’ll find some way to prove ‘Kenny’ is not the killer, without speaking to the guy, and we’ll laugh about our antics later.

I’ve never been to Fight Club and really didn’t care to, until now. On the way, Bone shares his blunt. It’s my first time and I admit, I’m a little spacey by the time we arrive.

With a chuckle, Bone wraps his arm around my neck and says, “Stick close, okay?”

Nodding, I proceed to stare at everything around me with wide eyes, zeroing in on two guys going at it in a makeshift ring in the corner.

Silently I admire the one with his back turned to me, the lines, and planes of his muscles mouthwateringly beautiful, but my jaw drops to my knees when he spins, and I find Diem bouncing around on his toes.

Sweat drips down his silky skin gliding over his pecs, his abs and down his happy trail. I’m pretty sure I swallow my tongue but whether that’s before or after I lick my drooling lips is debatable.

Diem grins at the crowd, wiping a bloody lip and I cringe, inspecting his skin for more injuries until he turns back to his opponent, and I’m forced to stumble along behind Bone.

How did I not know that Diem fights for sport? Or is it for money?

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