Page 48 of A Kingpin's Weakness
“You think he knows?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice cracked.
“How?”
“Shit, I don’t know.”
“Do y’all talk this late?”
“No. I told him earlier I was going to bed.” And I did. But sleep doesn’t visit again when you’re trying to outrun the monsters that linger at night.
Seth: Stormi stop playing with me.
I showed RJ the screen just as the third call came in. My heart dropped. He wasn’t letting this go.
“Just answer,” RJ said softly, like he knew I was unraveling.
I swallowed and hit accept.
“Hey.”
“Stormi, where you going?”
His voice was calm. Too calm. That kind of calm that comes right before something explodes.
“Huh?” I asked, even though I’d heard him. Every word hit like a pin to my ribs.
“I said where you going. It’s 2 a.m., and your location’s moving.”
I blinked. “How do you know where I am?”
“We share locations. You have mine too.”
I sat up. “Since when?”
“You never noticed?” he asked, sounding half-hurt, half-accusing. “Stormi, where are you going?”
“To RJ’s house.”
A beat of silence. “What happened?”
“Why do you think something happened?”
“You’re leaving your place at 2 a.m. to go to another dude’s house. Make it make sense.”
“Jo’s having a party. I couldn’t sleep.”
“Really.”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Stormi.”
“Yeah?”
“Dinner tomorrow night.”
“I don’t know. I might be leaving tomorrow.”
“What time?”
