Page 38 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

Dylan shrugged.

“They talked to everybody.”

“What'd they ask?”

“Same shit. When I got there, when I left, whether Mason was acting weird.”

Elliot watched him.

“Was he?”

“Not really.”

“You knew him better than I did.”

“Unfortunately.”

The answer caught Ronan's attention. Elliot's too.

“What does that mean?” Elliot asked.

Dylan glanced around before lowering his voice.

“Mason could be a dick.”

Elliot said nothing. Dylan continued.

“I'm not saying he deserved what happened. Obviously. But everyone's acting like the guy was a fucking saint now.”

Elliot's eyes sharpened. Barely. Ronan saw it because he was looking for it.

“What was he like?” Elliot asked.

“You knew him.”

“Not really.”

Dylan shrugged.

“Rich kid who never heard no enough.”

“That describes half of Bellweather.”

“Fair.”

“What made him a dick?”

Ronan looked at Elliot. Too interested. Dylan didn't notice.

“Pledge shit mostly. Girls. Couple rumors.”

“What rumors?”

“Elliot.”

Ronan's voice cut across them. Elliot looked over.

“What?”