Page 5 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

So close.

“So, it’s been fun and all, but I have to go destroy Theo at beer pong.” He makes it clear he’s done with my interrogation.

“One last thing. Do you remember anything at all? Something that could point me to where they went, maybe?”

He stops to think.

“I think I heard one of them say they were going to a bar.”

I know I’m pushing my luck at this point, but I don’t care. “You wouldn’t happen to know which bar, would you?”

“Chance!” TJ shouts.

Nothing.

“Hey, asshole! Get your tongue out of your girlfriend’s mouth for five seconds. I need you.”

“What?” I hear an annoyed Chance drawl from afar.

“What bar were those girls going to earlier?”

I don’t hear what Chance says next.

“No, not them. The blonde with puke on her shirt. She and her friends were asking you what bar doesn’t card earlier.”

“Oh, yeah. They’re at the Vortex.”

Now we’re talking.

“Thanks, TJ.” I’m about to hang up the phone when I remember to ask, “Could you hold on to her phone for me? Just until I can come pick it up?”

I doubt her phone will still be there if I pull up to the party house tomorrow.

“Maybe. What’s in it for me?”

Typical.

“I’ll owe you one. Whatever you want.”

He hesitates for a moment but eventually agrees. “Fine.” Seconds before I end the call, he adds, “Oh, and, rich girl?”

“Yeah?”

What he says next makes me feel as though I’ve just signed my own death warrant.

“I won’t hesitate to collect.”

Lacey

“That wassoembarrassing,” Sierra grumbles from the passenger seat, but I don’t let the disdain in her voice affect me.

“Good,” I say.

My little sister slouches into the passenger’s seat, folding her arms over her chest and huffing, “God, I hate you so much.”

“I know.”

She’s been singing the same tune since I pulled her out of that club ten minutes ago.

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