Page 69 of Oliver

“So far, I’ve compiled information on three of the men in the chat room,” Ramsay says, and I turn to him. Really? That was quick.

“Let’s see…there’s Ray. Fifty-year-old miscreant who runs an adult shop two towns over. His customers call him a sleazy creep, but he continues to do the business. Per a few checks, I was able to confirm that between eight and ten fifteen pm the night of the murder, Ray is unaccounted for.”

And the Sinners? Were they unaccounted for? Was Matt telling the truth. Did they go to that house? Why?

“Manny_the_Eater.” Ramsay’s lip curls at that. “Manny lives in the basement of his mom’s house. He works online for a software company and when he’s not trolling the dark web for a thrill, he’s playing video games with his equally pathetic friends. According to his online activities, he was playing with his friendswhile Dixie died.”

Okay, so we can strike him from the list, although I’d like to turn all these assholes in for being skeevy fuckers.

“We know now that Hunter is dead,” Ramsay says.

Raising my hand, I say, “Bone confessed to seeing Dixie that same night but insists he left her high and alone, and alive.”

“Oren supposedly also saw her that evening. It’s beginning to look like a revolving door,” Ramsay muses.

“And Matt,” I say.

Diem stiffens while Maeve touches his arm. I glance between them but don’t ask. It’s clear Matt is a psycho freak. I assume Diem’s presence in Maeve’s life came between them, but what did Matt do that had him blubbering on the floor?

“That’s weird,” Maeve says. “Matt didn’t really like Dixie.”

Shrugging, I stare at my cuticles. “Maybe he just wanted to get high.”

“No, I don’t think so. Matt doesn’t do drugs.”

“Hm,” I say. Who the fuck knows at this point but before today, I would have said Matt is too much of a pussy to be the killer. Now, I’m wondering just what the fuck he was doing. “I saw him today. Matt. He was really freaking weird. Angry. Crying. Said something about some pranks gone wrong…”

I glance at Willow, and she frowns.

“Pranks?” Oliver says and I shrug.

“He said he didn’t mean it, but that he hurt you, Willow.”

Willow’s brows scrunch before she says slowly, “Maybe the attacks in the woods?”

The look on Ramsay's face is chilling and I almost feel sorry for Matt, except he’s no saint. Now that I think about it, I wonder if I tipped off Oren when I said I was with Matt, and it freaked him out.

“Anyway,” Ramsay says, “Charming Charlie remains an unknown. It’s not possible for it to be Frank as we know despite the moniker matching his boat, that he’s been dead for at least a year.”

“You couldn’t get any info on Charlie?” I whisper.

“Well…” Ramsay says and my heart sinks. “It would seem Charming Charlie is multiple people.”

“Huh?” Maeve mutters and I silently concur.

“Charming Charlie was Frank’s thing before he died. I can trace it back to his IP address. After that, it bounces around but never originates from one place.”

“I don't understand,” I whisper, rubbing my brow.

“It would seem, someone wants us to think it’s Frank because they don’t know he’s dead.”

Oliver stands from the wall, his brows furrowed, and I study the gleam in his eyes. Is he going to confess? To whatever? Or keep us fucking hanging like usual.

“Nobody knows he’s dead,” Diem says.

After ducking into the bathroom to regroup, I use the facilities and emerge in the hall.

I admit, I’m curious about the Sinners and their world which is why I take in Ramsay’s largesse as I tiptoe down the stairs.

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