Page 39 of Good Boys Don’t Bite

“Why are you interrogating him?”

“I'm curious.”

Dylan laughed.

“No, it's fine.”

Ronan didn't like the direction this was going. Neither did he understand why. Dylan took another drink.

“Mason liked having shit on people. Videos. Messages. Whatever. He'd get people drunk, they'd do something stupid, and then he'd hold onto it.”

Elliot's expression remained neutral.

“Blackmail?”

“Not like money.”

“Then what?”

“Control, I guess.”

Something moved behind Elliot's eyes. Recognition? Interest? Ronan couldn't tell. Dylan shrugged again.

“He was an asshole. Doesn't mean somebody should stab him to death.”

Silence. Ronan stared at him.

“What?”

Dylan's face changed.

“Fuck.”

Elliot spoke first.

“Stabbed?”

Dylan looked toward the room.

“Don't repeat that.”

“How do you know?”

“Tyler.”

Ronan remembered Claire's rumor. Blood everywhere.

“Police told him?” Ronan asked.

“No. Tyler's the one who found the phone. He saw part of the scene before cops pushed him back.”

Elliot's attention became absolute.

“Tyler found Mason's phone?”

Dylan nodded.

“Near the path.”