“He would have told me if that was the case.”
“Orhe wanted the guys after you both to focus on someone other than him.”
I was right. I shouldn’t have said that. St. Clare looks shocked, but Lars is glaring my way.
“You think his brother is setting him up to be killed?”
“No. I’m saying it’s a possibility, and we need to think of all possibilities instead of focusing on only that nightclub.”
“You’re right.” Lars stands up and paces to the other side of the room. “You really aren’t great with planning, so you should probably stay out of that side of things.”
“That’s like accusing Margot,” St. Clare adds. “It’s ridiculous.”
“Fine.” I’ll let it go. I’ve never met this Colin guy, so it’s not like I can argue the point, and if someone tried to tell me that Margot was pushing me into the line of fire, I’d be fucking pissed.
“He always dealt with the accounts because I’m useless with numbers, but … why wouldn’t he tell me … whatever this is?”
“He’ll tell us once we find him,” Lars says.
“K. Well. Larsy-babe, you’re up. You do your …” I wave my fingers like I’m typing. “Techy things to see what you can find, and then I’ll start looking into this nightclub since we have no other leads.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“I’ll be taking my car, and you won’t be able to contact me because my phone is off, so if I’m not back by tonight, you can probably go ahead and assume I’m dead.”
“Stop.” Lars pinches that spot between his eyes that I’ve seen him do more times than I can count. “Why is your phone off?”
“I’m worried that it’s being tracked.”
“Well,that’snews to me.”
“If it helps, it’s probablynot.No one has shown up here yet, but after yesterday …”
“I know you have a lot of thoughts, constantly, all at once, but these are the ones you have to share.”
“Noted.”
St. Clare’s watching me. “What are you going to do?”
“That sounds a lot like you’re asking me what I have planned, and we’re not going there again. I’m going to head over to Rev and talk to the guy.”
“That’s not a good idea.”
He can say that all he likes, but we’re kind of stuck. We need an out, and this will help us work out if it was those guys or not. I’m leaning toward not, but what the hell would I know? They’re business owners, and I’m sure they’re perfectly normal guys who would be fine with a chat. If they’re not, well, that probably gives me my answer.
“Quick question,” I say, half-joking and actually half kind of not. “Do you think any of my ideas are actual good ideas?”
His mouth flattens. “You know I do. The whole keeping me alive thing?Greatidea.”
“It was a great idea, which is why you should have listened to me. But you didn’t. And now we’re here.”
“Sorry.” St. Clare tugs at his hair. “This is all new territory for me too, and apparently, I’m not so good at it.”
“Join the club.” I stand up and grab my hoodie, pulling it on carefully over my very stained and kinda ruined new favorite T-shirt. But at least they’re both clean, so that’s an improvement over yesterday. “Why don’t we all start supporting each other’s wild ideas until we stumble our way out of this mess? I’ll be as fast as I can.”
Before I’ve even taken a step, St. Clare jumps up and cuts me off.
“They might kill you.”
