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Even though Rogue’s told me he believes I’m not a thief, my heart still soars to hear him say it to Waylon.
“Then how am I supposed to know where it is?”
Rogue slams his fist down, causing me and Waylon both to jump. “I think you know exactly where my fucking money is.” Rogue slowly leans back in his chair. “See, something funny happened on Saturday.”
I raise my brow in question, but Waylon’s the one who speaks. “What happened Saturday?”
“A five-hundred-dollar deposit was made into her checking account.”
“And?”
“She wasn’t even in town, asshole.”
“There are other ways to deposit money, Rogue,” Waylon says as if Rogue’s an idiot.
“Skye couldn’t have done it because it was entered as a cash deposit. She banks at the local credit union which has no other branches outside of Boulder City.”
“I’m still not sure what you’re getting at.”
Rogue’s face turns almost purple with rage. “I think you’re the one stealing and setting her up to take the fall.”
I gasp in shock. When Rogue and I discussed this before, he didn’t think Waylon was responsible. Seems like he’s changed his mind.
“Waylon, what the hell did I ever do to you?” I ask hesitantly.
Waylon ignores me and focuses on Rogue. “I-I-I didn’t take shit,” Waylon stammers. “Why would I take it?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Rogue says, surprisingly calm when I know he’s anything but.
The more I get to know him, the more I’m able to recognize the signs of his outrage. Rogue’s eye twitches slightly, and the vein on the side of his head pulsates.
“Just because you’re fucking he?—”
Rogue moves so fast, there’s no time to react. One second, he’s on the other side of the desk, and the next, he has Waylon against the wall, holding him up by his throat.
“Don’t ever let me hear you talk about her like that again.” Rogue punctuates the statement by slamming Waylon’s head into the drywall.
“S-s-s-sorry,” Waylon wheezes.
Rogue releases him, and Waylon slides to the floor with a thud.
“Doesn’t matter if we’re together or not,” Rogue snarls. “Skye’s innocent, and the whole club knows it.”
“You have to believe me,” he pleads. “I swear, I didn’t take any money. I’m sorry I accused Skye when she’s innocent, but I honestly thought she did it. How else would the money get in her locker? It had a fucking combination lock on it.”
“That’s a good question,” I mutter, and both sets of eyes shoot in my direction.
Rogue’s chest heaves with exertion. “Excuse me?”
“We still don’t know how that money got in my locker,” I remind him.
“He fucking put it there!”
Waylon shakes his head. “I promise, I didn’t. I have no clue what’s going on around here, but if Skye was set up, then it’s not such a leap that I’m being set up, too.” Waylon climbs to his feet, his legs shaking. “Give me time to prove to you that I had nothing to do with it.”
“No,” Rogue states firmly.
“Please, Rogue,” Waylon begs. “I’ve been working here the same amount of time Skye has. This has never happened before, and it’s pretty convenient that it’s happening to both of your employees who started at almost the exact time.”
