Page 109 of Together in Harmony

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“I got a call from a journalist. One of the ones we used to spread the stuff about Screech. He said Harmony had been in touch with him, asking how much she could get for a sex-tape with us.”

“What!” Lennox paces closer.

“He said Harmony offered up our sex tape for cash.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” I say bleakly. “She sent some screenshots of the video, as proof and for negotiating a price. He forwarded them onto me. It is one hundred percent the video we made in San Francisco.”

“Hugo...” says Asa. “Come on.”

“I can’t fucking believe I fell for it again.”

I’m such a fucking idiot. I need more vodka.

Thwack. A meaty fist flies into my face, making me slam back against the wall.

“The fuck?” I rub my jaw.

“Get over yourself,” Asa says, amazingly calmly. “This is Harmony we are talking about, you fuckwit. It’s obviously Screech messing with us.”

He then puts out an arm and hauls me up.

“Asa is right, and you are falling for his lies,” adds Lennox. “Don’t be such a twat. Good thing he hit you, or I was going to.”

My jaw throbs, but the pain clears my head.

Harmony.

She is not Brookes. I know that. But my insecurities were being played on.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, get your head in the game, asshole,” growls Lennox. “We need to find our girl.”

I nod. “Sorry, it's just… no excuses. I’m going back to the cabin.” Maybe I can find some trace, some clue.

Asa and Lennox join me, we walk across the meadow again.

The sun will soon be rising, and I curse the time I spent being an idiot.

HARMONY

My body keeps cramping, I’m so thirsty and I think I’ve peed myself. But at least my mind is a little clearer. I'm no longer in a car.

I'm in a dark room.

It’s almost familiar, something about the smell. A slight red light shows me where the door is. I try to grope my way towards it, but am instantly stopped.

I have a chain around my ankle. It’s only a couple of feet long, I can barely move anywhere.

What had happened? I’d been in the cabin, then?

The side of my chest hurt, like I’d been burned, or electrocuted.

Taser?

Screech.

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