“Let me see.”
“No.”
Ronan lunged. Elliot laughed and twisted away. The laptop nearly slid onto the floor.
“Asshole.”
“Give it.”
“Fuck off.”
Ronan caught him around the waist and dragged him backward. Elliot kicked at his leg.
“Ronan.”
“Hand it over.”
“No.”
“Then stop hiding it.”
“I'm not hiding anything.”
“Very convincing.”
Elliot shoved the laptop onto the coffee table before Ronan could grab it. Ronan looked at the screen. A discussion forum. Photos. Timelines. Mason. Lucas. Ronan's amusement disappeared.
“Seriously?”
Elliot sat upright.
“What?”
“You're reading conspiracy theories?”
“Somebody posted Lucas's last known location.”
“And?”
“And it's three blocks from Mason's party.”
Ronan looked at him.
“What?”
Elliot pointed toward the screen.
“Lucas was last seen leaving Bellweather Tap at eleven fortyeight.”
“Okay.”
“The bar is here.”
He tapped a map.
“Mason's party was here.”
Another point.