Page 64 of Wicked Promises
“Let’s go solve this thing, then,” he says.
The guys wait for us in the living room, all of them expecting me to have all the answers. Or maybe I’ll just have the most dramatic reaction to whatever they uncovered.
Who knows.
Caleb drops into a spot on the couch.
I take a seat in the armchair closest to him, draping a blanket over my lap. I’m not quite over my anger enough to sit thigh to thigh with him. That would make me too aware of his body heat, and then I’d get distracted by thoughts of his body, and…
Well, see? I don’t even need to be seated beside him to get distracted.
Caleb opens his mouth, and I hold up my hand.
“Is this bad? Like, really bad? I just need to mentally prepare myself.”
“It could be better,” Liam says.
Not super helpful.
“Tell us when you’re ready,” Caleb urges. He grabs a slice of pizza, my favorite kind, and sets it on a plate. Then puts the plate in my lap.
I hold on to it while I struggle to calm myself.
“No time like the present,” I eventually say.
I fold the pizza and shove it into my mouth.
“We went to the junkyard to get our hands on the vehicle. It wasn’t impounded by the police because it wasn’t ever found, which seems kind of like a loose end. The thinking was that the car that hit you ended up there anyway, just not connected to Robert’s car.”
Eli growls. “Because Masters was after Caleb like a hound after a fox.”
My eyes go wide. “So, wait a minute. You’re saying you were able to stroll right into the junkyard and find the vehicle that hit us?”
Caleb shifts. “Right. Well, we have a suspicion.”
“And whoever owns the vehicle probably had something to do with it,” Eli adds.
“Supposedly,” Liam says. “Assuming it wasn’t stolen.”
Ugh. I focus on Caleb. “And was it stolen?”
Eli perks up. “We didn’t check.”
I facepalm. “You didn’t check.”
“It’s a quick search in the public records,” Eli mumbles. “Don’t you ever look at those?”
I shake my head, not bothering to ask why the hell I’d do that. Instead, I turn back to Caleb. “And? Who did it belong to?”
“Listen, Margo, before I say it?—”
“Aha!” Eli yells. He lifts his phone. “It was reported stolen about three hours before the accident.”
“Why are you cheering?” Theo shakes his head. “That’s not a good thing.”
Caleb clears his throat. “Margo, I’m just gonna blurt this out.”
I wave him to proceed, my throat suddenly tight. It’s better if someone would just tell me the damn truth, right? I don’t think I can do this any longer. The suspense, the mystery.