Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
“We don’t. She doesn’t know Cain, and we know people who know people who find people. Taz is wondering if she should loop them in. They could probably find her.”
I needed to think about this.
It was Cain. Her phone was off, so she wasn’t using a car service to get anywhere. Miles was at the hotel, and she wasn’t there. She wasn’t with Allen and their group, so she was on her own and walking, and I started looking around, seeing what was in the nearby area here.
I saw it.
A laundromat was tucked away on the corner across the giant intersection before people turned into the hockey arena.
“I think I know where she is.”
“Where is she?”
“I’ll call you later.” I motioned to my guys. “I gotta go over there.”
“You need to clean some clothes?” Atwater scratched his forehead, frowning.
Labrowski was back on the phone.
I asked him, “That Angela?”
He nodded to me. “She didn’t know Carrington threatened Mara, and she’s livid. Not at Mara, at Flynn. She also thinks it was Bianca and her roommate who let everything leak about Flynn first being arrested and now this. She found out that Bianca has been talking to Flynn all week. Confronted her and the roommate folded, told her everything and showed her all the emails, DMs, and texts. Apparently Flynn was using Bianca to get close to Angela’s roommate. Angela hadn’t been talking to B since this happened, so she buddied up to the roommate. There’s a lot of bad shit Flynn was saying about Angela. I have to go back. Angela’s going to move in with us until we can figure out a new rooming situation for her.”
“Score. Cupcakes every day!” Atwater pumped his fist in the air.
Labrowski shot him a grin, but added, “I’m sorry, Cruz. I–” He motioned to his phone. “I gotta go.”
I nodded. “That’s fine.”
“Here.” Barclay tossed him his keys.
“What are these for?” Labrowski caught them before tucking them into his pocket.
That was our way home. One of his buddies drove it here, and we were going to drive it back.
Barclay waved at him, nonchalantly. “So many people drove here. We’ll figure a way home tomorrow and if not, we’ll rent a vehicle. Take it. Go back and help your girl move.”
Labrowski stilled, hearing that terminology.
He only blinked a few times before jerking his head up. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” He indicated the parking lot. “Is it here?”
“It’s at the hotel. Shit. I didn’t think about that.”
“It’s okay.” Labrowski started moving toward some student we knew. “I’ll get a ride. Go.” He waved at me. “Go and get your girl. I’ll be good.”
“Fill up the tank of gas!” Barclay yelled at him.
Labrowski held a hand up in acknowledgement, taking off.
Atwater raised an eyebrow at me. “One crisis fixed. Another on deck. Let’s go and take care of Daniels.”
Shit just got heavy, real heavy, but I led the way to the sidewalk, then the intersection. We waited to cross. I kept waving as vehicles were leaving, saying congratulations to us, and to me. A few paused to see if we needed a ride somewhere. Atwater took care of them, and then our walking light went on. We hurried across and had to wait one more time. The same thing happened on this way, but it was more Cain people. I was guessing this street led to the student housing. But then the walking light went on again, and we crossed.
Going into the laundromat, I saw one woman in the corner putting clothes into a washer. Another woman was reading a book behind a plexiglass and in a back office. She looked up our way, stared at me, before pointing in the far corner.
I looked but didn’t see anything.
I walked forward, holding a hand back to Atwater and Barclay to wait by the door.
I kept going until I could see a mat was in the corner. There was a tiny section between the wall and dryers. It wasn’t enough room for them to fit in another set of dryers, so it was left, but on that mat, was Mara.
She was slouched down. The top of her back was resting against the dryer. Her butt and half her leg was on the mat, and she had a foot wedged up against the wall. She was staring ahead, because there was a narrow window by the corner of her wall and next to a washer. The window ran all the way to the floor and to the ceiling, and she was gazing out, a set and distant expression on her face.
I dropped down next to her.
She didn’t look at me. I didn’t know if she knew I was there.
There was no reaction on her face, or body. Nothing. It was like she was a statue.
I murmured, “Mara.”
49
MARA
I remembered that day.
I’d been standing in front of the Fallen Crest hospital, not knowing if I was ready to go in or not.