Page 32 of Oliver

Penny:Killed by who?

Sabrina:The Lucky Charm killer

Rubbing my brow, I consider her assertions and laugh. If it’s true, why didn’t Maeve mention it? Or fucking Oliver? Because he’s hiding something, dammit.

From the corner of my eye, I spy Oren step onto the front porch and push my door open.

When he meets my stare, his mouth folds into a frown.

Why do I get the feeling Oren isn’t pleased to see me?

He doesn’t move as I approach and when we’re facing each other, he says stiffly, “Penny.”

“I think you know more, Oren,” I say, skipping past the pleasantries.

He looks anywhere but at my face before mumbling, “Look, Dixie was messing in some bad shit.”

“Okay…like what?”

It’s no mystery based on her damn messages and conversations with a bunch of really freaky dudes. Is that what has him so uneasy?

“I don't know, she just, you know was…”

I clench my hands to keep from shaking it out of him and step forward until we’re practically nose to nose.

“Look, I know about the dark web shit. I’m asking you what you know. Someone killed her. Cut off her fucking head.”

Oren loses what’s left of the color in his face and nods. Eyeing him, I say, “Well? Did you know? About the messages and the dark web shit.”

With a grimace, he bows his head and I stare at his t-shirt with a frown.

Bad girls are easy.Jerk.

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I know because I showed her,” he says softly.

“Come again,” I growl, and he flinches.

“It was just supposed to be fun. It’s not like I told her to find all the weirdos.”

Raising a brow, I wave my hand. “Did she tell you why? Why she messaged those fuckers?”

“She was curious,” he says with a shrug.

“Curious? Do you know what she was saying…doing?” This was far past curiosity and downright insane.

When he clears his throat, I stiffen, dread curling down my spine.

“She liked it. Said it was better than any drug. I think, well, she was curious.”

I sift through his words, my skin crawling. “So…she got off on it. She was, um, aroused by the shit?”

Oren nods his head with a miserable smile, and I back up a step, hitting the post behind me. I don’t even know how to process this.

Was Dixie planning to take this a step further?

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