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“No. I…something’s happened.”
“What’s up?”
I covered my head in my hand, trying not to pull my cap off. “I just saw my sister’s ex.”
“Um…okay.”
“At work.”
“I’m not following.”
“I just took out his organs.”
CHAPTER THREE
“You’re really sure it was him?” Jamie said, his face visible on my laptop which was now propped up on the kitchen counter.
I paced my kitchen, clutching my phone so tightly I thought it might shatter in my hand. “Yes. I mean, I only met him once or twice, but I know it was him.” I glared at my phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Almost a dozen texts to my sister and several phone calls and still no answer. I didn’t give a shit if she was at work or sleeping.
I’d left the office early, telling Jana I was unwell. My nerves were shot and there was no way I was going to get through the day without going into a full panic attack. I’d popped a Xanax an hour ago and it only seemed to help a little. With no answer from my sister, I thought I might lose my shit at any moment.
Jamie watched me pace from where he sat at his desk, his mouth set in a hard frown. “How long was she with him? I don’t remember a Luca.”
“Luke. And not long, only like a year or something on and off.”
“And she never mentioned him recently?”
“Last time was maybe a couple months ago when they were hanging out, but she hadn’t told me much else after, except that they were just ‘friends’…whatever that meant.”
“And sooo what? You think your sister might know what happened?”
I don’t know…maybe?”Most likelywas what I really thought. The tattoo he had was fresh, he didn’t have it the last time I’d seen him. And it being the same one the twins had led me to believe it had some kind of significance. A symbol for something. A group, an organization. A gang.
But I couldn’t exactly tell Jamie that because he had no idea about the twins or about my kidnapping. It sucked not being able to tell him anything, to keep him in the dark. Because if I told him, then he would know about the others, and what really happened to Eve at Severfalls. I promised I would keep it a secret, but every day was a struggle to not just blurt it out, to let it all go.
I really wished I could confide in Eve. But I knew that wasn’t a possibility, not right now. She was gone somewhere and wanted some time before we contacted her again, just to keep any trace cold.
I could tell Jamie missed her too. That he was concerned for her. And that a part of him knew she wasn’t with a bunch of her mom’s old friends in California. What he thought she was really doing I could only guess. But he didn’t pry and I didn’t say a word.
So instead of telling him what I knew, I said, “Trish has to be aware.”
“Maybe she isn’t. You said the body came in early this morning, right? She might not have heard from him. It could just be a coincidence.”
Yeah, a really bad coincidence. But that bad feeling in my gut was still there.
Trish was a polarizing person and always had been. On the surface my older sister was tough, educated, and extremely social, who my parents had always adored and who had always been popular. I’d been in her shadow all my life, trying to be like her. Only until college did I feel like I got even close.
But under the surface there was another girl only I knew. Who liked to take risks, party a little too hard, and sometimes hang with the wrong crowd. Drugs, sex with randoms, and dating questionable men were her fun past times.
I didn’t want to believe she could be involved, but in the back of my mind there was that voice telling me she very well could.
“She still working at that club as a bottle girl?” Jamie asked when I didn’t respond.
I stopped pacing to stare out my kitchen window. “Yeah, but only some nights and on the weekends. She’s still at the Detroit Theater most days.”
“Maybe call her work?”
I dialed the theater. The manager picked up a few calls later.
