Page 10 of Evil Boys

“What did you find?” Kai asks me.

“We found our guy, that’s for sure,” I reply, looking at the dead body. “He’s been chatting with girls nonstop for months. But that last one may have become fatal.”

Milo’s eyes widen. “Wait … you think the killer was one of the women?”

Kai fishes something from his pocket. “I snatched this off her hair when I chased her out the door. Nearly caught her, but she slipped out of my grip because of this.”

He holds up a single red ribbon, which curls around in the air like it’s performing a rhythmic dance.

I glare at it and step closer, but the second I try to snatch it from his hand, he pulls back.

“Ah-ah. Finders keepers,” he says, smirking.

My nose twitches. “It could be our only clue, and your only thought is playing games with me?”

“I’m not playing games. And this won’t lead us to anything,” he says, clutching it firmly. “Even if you could get fingerprints from it, you still wouldn’t know who barged in here and stole our kill.”

“At least it’d be a start,” I reply. “And you’re not fucking helping.”

“Face it. We lost. End of story. Better luck next time.” He shrugs.

“Luck’s never been on my side, and you know that,” I grit. “Someone stole this kill from us, and I’m gonna fucking find out who it was.”

“What does it even matter?” Milo shrugs. “This was one time.”

“You think?” I frown back. “She was onto the same fucker, which means she’s searching the same sites we are.”

Milo’s face turns white. “Fuck.”

“Exactly,” I say, chucking the knife back on the ground. “That woman is a threat. She’s seen us now.”

Milo gazes at the body with narrowed eyes. “By the looks of those wounds, that woman’s got a lot of pent-up anger.”

Kai smirks, and I throw him a look.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m impressed.” Kai holds up the ribbon, inspecting every fiber like he’s trying to find a clue. “And something tells me this won’t be the last time.”

I pull out my phone and take a picture of the ribbon with the dead body in the background.

“What’d you do that for?” Kai asks.

“Keepsake,” I reply, a smile tugging at my lips. “You never know when we might need some proof she was here.”

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Lana

I showeredand slept well last night, despite the murder that took place, but I can’t get rid of this aching feeling in my underbelly that something bad is going to happen.

All because of three fucking dudes who ruined my fun.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh, then take another sip from my breakfast smoothie.

“What’s wrong?” Irina asks, squinting at me as she’s baking in the midday sun.

“Hmm?” I look her way.

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