Madison: Where is he taking you?
Madison: Why are you leaving the city?
Madison: Ash?
Madison: Ash?!
Madison: Is he taking you into the woods to chop you into little bits?
Madison: ASH! Write back to me this instant or I’m calling the police!
I laughed. “Oops.”
“What?” asked Tanner.
“Hold on.” I dialed Chastity. I figured she’d be calmer than Madison.
“Hey girl!” said Chastity.
But then Madison screamed, “Ash?! Is that you?!”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“Are you okay?” asked Madison. She must have taken the phone from Chastity. “Shit…he’s probably listening. We need some sort of code. Pretend like everything is okay if you’re in trouble.”
“I’m fine.”
“So you’re not fine?”
“No.”
“No as in you’re fine? Or no as in…no, you’re not fine.” Madison sounded frantic.
“This is too confusing. I’m really okay. He’s not going to murder me.”
“What now?” asked Tanner.
“Madison thought that we had outed you as Rosalie’s murderer. And that you were coming to pick me up so that you could drive me out into the woods and chop me into little bits.”
“Aw man, how’d she figure it out so easily?” said Tanner. “I thought it was going to be the perfect murder.”
“Did he just confess?!” yelled Madison. “It sounded like he confessed!”
I put Madison and Chastity on speaker phone and Tanner told them everything he had just told me. That seemed to calm Madison down enough to let Chastity have her phone back. I thought for sure Chastity was gonna say she wanted to come. But apparently her sky box date with her gentleman suitor had been rescheduled for tonight, so she hung up pretty quickly.
I was still curious about what the sky box was. Waiting until tomorrow to hear all about it was going to be torture. But maybe I wouldn’t have to wait. I mean…Tanner probably knew all about it. “Do you know what the sky box is?”
He raised his eyebrows. “I do. And all I can say is that I hope Chastity isn’t afraid of heights.”
“So she’s gonna have sex in a…helicopter?” My mind flashed back to my ride with the sausage king. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him.
“Why do you look so happy about that? Have you ever been in a helicopter?”
“Maybe. Does that mean I’m right?”
“That’s classified information.”
“You’re seriously not going to tell me?” I asked.
