to decide,” Oscar adds, turning his iPad around so Logan can stare at the ticking of a countdown clock. Hael presses the blade harder into the girl’s stomach and Logan just collapses.
Callum moves forward to grab him, and the rest of the Charter Crew boys take off down the hallway after the first dissenter.
Do I believe that they’re really done fucking with us? Mm. Depends. Where is Mitch? Because an army without a general is like a chicken without a head.
“What do you want to know?” Logan groans as Callum shoves him back against the bank of lockers. His girlfriend is still here, despite the fact that I’m holding Logan’s side girl hostage. She seems determined to stay, hovering off to one side.
There’s a story here, but it isn’t one I’m interested in. No, in this tale, I am the main character.
“What do you know about Neil Pence?” Victor asks, hands still in his pockets, like he’s getting ready to take a stroll instead of, you know, interrogating someone.
“Neil …” It takes Logan a second to figure out who that is, but when he does, his eyes light up with recognition. “Yeah, the cop, right? Bernadette’s dad?”
“Stepdad,” I correct automatically, releasing my hold on the girl just enough that I can be sure she’s actually breathing. I have no idea who she is, and I’m not killing a girl I don’t even know.
“He came to us, man. Said he could help us bury bodies and shit …” Logan eyes Callum with no small amount of fear. Good for him. He can sense that the smiling blond with the blue eyes and lush mouth is twice as likely to snap his neck as the redhead with the knife. Good instincts. “He knows some dude at the morgue who helps him dispose of them.”
Ding, ding, ding.
“I knew it,” I whisper as Logan licks his lips, glancing between the raven-haired girl and the blonde before turning his attention back to Victor.
“Why?” Victor asks, his stare so intense that if I were Logan, I’d be squirming like a butterfly pinned to a wall. “You’re a Prescott kid. You know as well as we do that nobody ever does anything for free.”
“Bernadette,” Logan says, pointing past Victor and toward me. “He said it was all about getting Bernadette when she was hiding behind you.”
“Either you’re lying to me, or your brother played you like the world’s smallest violin. What a bunch of bullshit. Neil was after more than just Bernadette. Tell me, Logan. What happened with Ivy?” Victor frowns hard, and it’s scary.
Logan blanches and then shrugs.
“She was mouthy, full of gossip. You know that. As soon as she found out that Danny was dead, she was threatening all sorts of shit. Talking to the cops, talking to you guys. Neil said he’d take care of her, and he did.” Logan glances over at the blonde girl again, and they exchange a long, studying sort of look.
He’s lying.
I open my mouth to suggest that to Vic, but he’s nodding, like Logan’s easy lies are actually working on him.
“Very good, Logan. You squeal like a little piggy, don’t you?” Victor goes completely still, like a vampire who’s forgotten how to breathe. That’s when I remember that despite his ability to control his temper, despite the fact that he keeps his hands clean most of the time … he’s the most dangerous letter in Havoc. “Say it, Logan. Tell me what you are.”
“What?’ Logan asks, backing up a little. But then he seems to realize that Callum is right behind him, looming like a monster in the dark. “I’m not saying that shit.”
“You will, or I’ll start breaking your fingers, one by one,” Cal says, and Logan curses under his breath.
“Fine, fuck this, I’m a little piggy. You happy now?” Logan spits the words out with a scowl, raking his fingers through the frosted tips of his brunette hair.
“And what sound do little piggies make?” Victor continues, smiling. He’s truly and utterly enjoying himself right now. I wet my lips with my tongue, and the girl in my arms squirms, like she can sense she’s on the precipice of disaster.
Logan just stares back at Victor for a moment, his hands shaking, his shoulders tense.
He has little choice but to comply.
It’s either his dignity, or his death.
“Oink, oink,” he breathes, nostrils flared, pupils dilated. If it were just him and Vic, I think he might try to fight him. As things stand, I could kill his girlfriend faster