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Logan and Liam got that odd look on their face that said they would—and they would enjoy it.Guess we know I’m the least kinky fucker here, which isn’t saying much.
“They aren’t that type of together. He didn’t even have her name in his phone, just ‘Tight Ass from The Escape.’” I shrugged. “And if she hung around The Escape that much—honestly, she sounds like she’s some posh rich girl who wanted a moment to slum it with a vagrant.”
“We should track her down,” Liam said, standing up. He wobbled a little before he pulled out his phone.
“Not worth it.” Logan crossed his arms. “If she ends up a problem, we’ll know it.”
Liam glared at Logan while I—yet again—was caught in the middle. “I gave an order.”
Logan stepped forward, the tension and testosterone rampant in the air.
“How about I go to Dockside again tonight?” I offered it as a middle ground. “There would be a similar crowd as the other night. Maybe she shows up?” Both their glares turned toward me before they broke apart.
“Fine,” Liam said, taking another beer upstairs.
“You just want an excuse to go back to the bar ‘cause you didn’t get any action,” Logan said, deadpan as he gathered his things.
“And you have a body to hide.” I smiled, baring my teeth.
He shrugged before sauntering to the exit, dramatically throwing his bag over his shoulder. “One day—one day youwillhide a body successfully.”
“And one day, you won’t be so pushy with Liam,” I said and lifted a brow.
Logan sniffed, shaking his head. “That’s the day hell freezes over”—he shrugged—“besides, the man needs his ego knocked down a peg every so often.”
And then, I was alone. Alone with a plan to go to the bar again.
I made my way to my jeep, sliding in and heading toward Dockside. The salty breeze rushed through my hair as I took the twisted back roads toward the pier. The beach spread out to my left, with the setting sun overhanging it. A single fancy resort was on one end of the public beach with the pier on the other. I licked my lips as a few people who had found my hidden backroad sped by, their music thumping from their expensive car with out-of-state plates.
I chuckled to myself at their naivety. Tourists were promised the luxury of a coastal town without the knowledge of the inner workings. Every day, the three families that run this town were on the edge of an all out war. The only thing keeping them in line was a single hotel in the center of town—a single family that maintained the peace.
The corner of my lip curled up as I thought of the girl in the bathroom. Maybe I would see her again. But, not like I would know it was her. I didn’t exactly get a good look at her. Just the red lips, tanned skin, and short dress. That would describe half the crowd the band taking residency brought in.Would she be as naïve?
I sighed. I longed for the winter months. At least then the tourist crowd would dwindle. But with a dwindling crowd meant less income.
I turned onto the main roads past the trailer park and a few rundown neighborhoods positioned far enough out of view that it didn’t ruin the beach paradise.
I rubbed my lips together as I passed my first foster home. The windows were still broken and barred up. A new chain-link fence was wrapped around the front yard where a few kids’ toys were discarded.
God, I hated that place.I left it in the rearview mirror as quickly as I could.
I turned the corner, following the rows of thin townhomes that stood shoulder to shoulder. Their narrow structures towered on either side, forcing my stare to the pier up ahead.
I pulled over, parking near Carson’s townhome. It was an easy place to stay if need be. I didn’t plan on staying long.
It was a Tuesday—chances were the rich girl wasn’t even there.
I made my way toward the gathering crowd, pushing through people. With a skilled sleight of hand, I swiped a few wallets and a cellphone. I pocketed the cash and tossed the wallets in a nearby can before sitting at the bar and scrolling through the stranger’s phone. Most people had them locked, but this one was an idiot.
If you have the phone, you already have the cards, I thought, taking out my janky card scanner. With a small jut against the NFC chip in the phone, I copied their information.
Then I slid the phone across the bar, tapping it. “Someone misplaced this,” I said to the bartender.
It wasn’t the usual girl—Alice—just a grumpy older man with a receding hairline. He grumbled, annoyed at me before swiping the phone and continuing pouring his drinks.
Tonight was going to be a night.
Chapter 5
