Beck, if you do anything, say, now, he’d . . . he’d come after me. Come after you and me.”
Fucking shit.
“They were like, allies or something,” she told him, her eyes getting wild. “Beck, it was . . . one of them . . . one of those men was in your club.”
Yeah, he was.
“That’s why I don’t . . . ask about your club,” she explained haltingly. “I don’t know how it goes. I stay out of that. If you weren’t . . . who you are, how you are with me, I’d never . . .”
She let that lie but didn’t stop talking.
“But everyone knew about it. Both the men she was seeing were wound up with Valenzuela. If one found out about the other, Chantilly would pay. If Valenzuela knew she was messing with things, Chantilly would pay. So everyone was worried. But she was getting drugs from both and she . . . she did that. She just did that. She couldn’t help herself. Anywhere she could get them, from anybody. And everyone knew it was bad. It was dangerous. So I tried to stop her, talk some sense into her, and that happened. That happened to her, she got killed, and then Rebel came.”
“Who’s Rebel?”
“She’s Tally.”
He was confused.
“Your director?”
She nodded. “So I knew someone had sent her in, like, you know. Undercover. Because she was Chantilly’s best friend and I knew they’d get him. Rebel would get him. She’s so together, Beck. She’s not even afraid of Mr. Valenzuela like everyone else is. And I’d . . . I didn’t have protection. Like Rebel has to have, you know, since she’s working with the police. She has to be. But me? I don’t have any family. I have friends at work, but no one would go against Valenzuela. Help take care of me. I was alone. And I’d be like . . . like . . . one of those women laid out for Chaos. Just a dead girl caught up in a lot of ugly stuff.”
She drew in a heavy breath and her expression turned tortured.
“I was weak. Rebel totally didn’t even remember me, and I didn’t remind her. She’s undercover and looking after her friend who’s dead and I didn’t say anything. You have to live with what you did and I have to live with being weak. Sitting in that closet and thinking that was maybe just their way and doing nothing.”
He didn’t know about anyone named Rebel or Tally, or anything about a woman undercover.
What he had to know was who killed Chantilly.
“Did she use a name?” he pushed.
She went stiff in his arms. “You can’t do anything because I don’t want you to get dead either, Beck. The people involved in this all have ties to Valenzuela and that includes your club. And that man is crazy. I’ve heard the stories, but I’ve also been around him and you can actually see the crazy.”
“My club is not tied to Valenzuela. Not anymore,” he told her.
She blinked at him. “It-it’s not?”
He shook his head. “And I’m not gonna get dead, baby, but I gotta know.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a police informant.”
She grew completely still and stared at him.
“Did she say the names Digger, Chew, Arthur or Wayne?” he pressed.
“Wayne,” she whispered, eyes huge on him.
Fucking fuck.
He knew it.
“I gotta call this in.”
“Okay,” she whispered, still staring at him with big eyes.
Beck held onto her as he reached over their heads off the side of the bed for his jeans.
He got his phone, dialed Lucas and continued to hold her close as he put the phone to his ear.
“Seems you’re havin’ a busy day,” Lucas remarked in greeting.
“Wayne Benson killed that girl. There was a witness.”
“Say again,” Lucas demanded, his tone now alert.
“There was someone there. In the closet. Heard it all. And they heard this Chantilly woman call him Wayne.”
“How’d you get this?”
“I’ll get into that after you haul him in.”
“They willing to testify?”
“I’ll get on that after we get off the phone and you haul that sick bastard in.”
“This person needs to come in and make a statement, Beck,” Lucas shared tersely. “We can make an arrest based on the physical evidence and his sketch alibi, but seeing as she was carrying on a sexual relationship with him, explaining why his DNA is at the scene, we got nothing else, so no DA is gonna push this through without more.”
“You do your job, we’re off the phone, I can do mine.”