Page 106 of Sinister Legacy
“Why are they taking King?”
Ava shoves Hayley out of the way and clicks her fingers in my face. “Earth to Keira. This is important. Why did they take him?”
“Can you at least try to be a bit more sensitive?” Madison asks sternly.
Kara simply stares at us with wide, worried eyes.
“They said they had to ask him questions down at the station,” I mumble, my face squashed between Madison’s generous breasts. Her wooly, mustard sweater is prickly.
I’m still in my gym clothes, but they don’t look twice at my cum-stained, creased top. Not now that the cops came for King. Did they find out what we did to Liam? Did they find his grave?
Breaking out in a cold sweat, I step out of Madison’s embrace. What if they found the grave and collected enough evidence to arrest King? My father’s fate comes to mind.
No, I can’t let my mind go there.
“Did they say anything else?” Ava asks, furrowing her brows.
I look between them all. It dawns on me that the girls that are here for me are King’s friends. Not Cassie. She’s absent again, like she has been since Liam disappeared. We haven’t spoken much, except for the phone call yesterday.
Well, Madison is here, and she’s my friend. Maybe even my only true friend.
As if she can read my thoughts, she squeezes my arm. “They’ll release him, babe. I promise. What incriminating evidence have they got to keep him locked up? I know as much as you that it wasn’t King who stabbed me in the bathroom.”
Kara finally finds her voice, her face drained of color. “What do we do?”
“What can we do?” Hayley asks, throwing her arms out helplessly. “Absolutely nothing.”
Now that show is over, the crowds are thinning. The bell rings, but we make no effort to move. Not until a teacher comes along and orders us to get to class.
I don’t know how I walk to classroom 304.
But I do.
Coming to a stop outside, I stare at the numbers on the doors. I stare and stare, but the reality is still just as fucking awful.
Madison guides me forward with her hand in mine. “We just need to get through the next two lessons, and then we’ll be out of here. We can come up with a plan, okay?”
Kara, Ava, and Hayley pull out chairs in the back row, and Madison seats me in the row in front of theirs.
Are we friends now?
Bonded over tragedy?
Madison sits sideways with her elbow on the desk. Her soft touch slides my hair behind my ear as I stare unblinkingly at the table. There’s a groove in the wood about half an inch long. Someone has filled it in with a red marker.
“How long can they hold someone before an official arrest is made?” Hayley asks.
They all look to each other for the answer, and when it becomes abundantly clear that no one knows it, Kara says, “We should contact his parents. They’ll get him a good lawyer.”
“He’s innocent. He doesn’t need a lawyer,” Ava blurts.
“Innocent or not, never ever talk until you have asserted your right to have a lawyer present. It’s the golden rule.”
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I blow out a long breath. I’m still in my gym gear. King’s cum has dried on the hem of my T-shirt. It’s crusty now.
“What if he did do it?” Ava asks, and we all glare at her. Even me.
“What the fuck?” Hayley blurts, her eyes popping wide open. “Why would you say that?”
