Good for her.
I swung the door open and prepared to slam it in her face, but Trina stuck her foot in the way and looked me dead in the eyes. “I’m not leaving until I see Marnie.”
“Maybe you should go and find her then.”
“I know she’s here.”
Eyeing the flattened palm pressing on my door, I sighed. “Do you?”
Logan had a big mouth, but there was no way he would’ve said anything to her. Fucker had more secrets than Lou, and he understood their value. Ava was still in town, so she couldn’t have let anything slip, leaving me to assume that Trina was calling my bluff.
Trina’s eyes narrowed into angry slits. “Don’t think I didn’t see you following her around town.”
“It’s a small town.” I shrugged.
For a moment, I considered breaking her foot, but I didn’t see the harm in toying with her a bit. Besides, my Bird needed a show to watch.
“Not that small,” she retorted.
Huh? I didn’t think she saw past whatever guy she was dating, let alone notice what was happening in the world around her. The only question was, what was her goal? That thought had me intrigued.
“Say I was stalking your sister. Why didn’t you tell anyone?” I leaned in to add softly, “Or haven’t you heard? I’m the devil incarnate.”
“I’ve heard the rumors.”
“Maybe they aren’t rumors?”
“Everything’s a rumor until proven otherwise.”
While she had a point… “That’s an odd statement coming from a pastor’s daughter.”
That was all organized religion was—a worldwide rumor.
“So is arranging ‘accidents’in the name of justice.”
Was it possible that Trina knew about her sister’s extracurricular activities? “Nothing I do is accidental.”
“I wasn’t talking about you.” Trina’s brow arched. “But you already knew that.”
Now, that was interesting. “Why don’t you clarify for me.”
Assumption was the mother of all fuck ups. If Trina wanted me to listen, she’d have to give me more than quasi-half answers.
Trina’s chest rose with a deep breath. “A body was found in a maze on my sister’s campus. I’m not sure if it was you or her, but neither would surprise me.”
Okay, now she had my attention. Still… “If you know so much, then you’d knowifI did have your sister, I’d never let you see her.”
I had to hand it to Trina. She was stronger than I thought. Instead of backing down like most people would, she rolled her shoulders back and stepped closer. “First off, the only ‘let’ in this scenario is when Iletyou take her.”
I snorted. Nobody let me do anything. “And why would you do that?”
The answer I got was not one I expected.
“I can’t clean up after her anymore.”
The dosing job Marnie did at the frat house was sloppy as hell. So much evidence was left behind—the vial with her fingerprints and numerous possible witnesses. All of which I took care of. Her previous victims’ clean-up hadn’t occurred to me, but someone must’ve handled it. Marnie was intelligent but not aware enough.
Could Trina have been in the background this whole time? “And by clean up, you mean….”
