Page 68 of Oliver

Laughing, I slash my hand through the air. “Please. I’m asking, I’m begging…please tell me the fucking truth.”

His brows rise and fall before I slam my hand against the dash, and he grunts, “Penny…”

“Fine, let’s start with Hailey. Why did you send her to that fucking parking lot?”

“I didn’t send Hailey anywhere. Fuck. I wouldn’t do that.”

“Okay, how about Matt? Huh? What were you doing there the night my sister died?”

His warning growl goes right over my head. “Oliver, whatever is going on in your diabolical mind over there, get over it. My sister fucking killed someone. Fuck, two people.”

“Yeah, and my dad is a fucking serial killer, Penny!”

Collapsing against the seat, I cross my arms and say, “So neither of us is winning, here. I still need to know what Oren said, dick.”

He chuckles and I glance around wide eyed. When he sees my expression, he guffaws. Now I know he’s lost his damn mind.

“Are you okay?” I ask and his chuckles fade.

“No.”

My chest clenches and I clear my throat. “Can I…will you tell me what’s wrong?”

He eyes me moodily before shaking his head. Swallowing my disappointment, I say sadly, “Was any of it real?”

“It was all real, Penny. You just don’t like what you found.”

Being back at Ramsay’s doesn’t exactly fill me with joy but if someone here has a better idea than I do, which to be clear is nothing, I’ll bite.

All this time, I thought I was avenging my sister’s death and now I’m wondering if I shouldn’t have done more to stop her from her madness. Fuck me.

“I don't know,” Maeve whispers, lowering tear filled eyes.

“I don't believe it,” Willow interjects and while I feel a modicum of comfort knowing I’m not the only one she was snowing, it’s hardly the answer we need.

“What if it was Dixie who put the rabbit's foot in Willow’s car?” Ramsay muses and I bite my tongue.

Maeve glances my way and I roll my eyes, saying, “Even if she did, she was gone when I received the same message.”

“When?” Ramsay asks.

“When Charming Charlie sent us into the damn woods. I don’t fucking get it. If Dixie was doing all this crazy shit, how does Charming Charlie factor in?”

“Whoever he is, he’s sending you a message. Back off. Why?” Willow says.

Pacing across the room, I say, “Charlie was Dixie’s friend. She told him secrets but when I reached out, he turned into an asshole. Why?”

“Maybe because this fucker was playing the game too,” Oliver says.

“How?” Diem asks and Oliver frowns.

“We know he’s shady because he’s on that damn platform. What if Dixie went to him to learn how to commit murder?” Oliver says.

“Why not ask Kenny?” I ask and Maeve whips around.

Mentally wincing, I wave my hand. I’d like to avoid telling her I fucked her dad, if possible, which is why I say, “At some point she knew about his extracurricular activities. Why didn’t she go to him?”

Oliver shifts against the wall where he’s standing, and I look at him sideways. Always hiding something, this one. But what?

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