Whispered Darkness by Jessica Sorensen Page 0,16

look like you were the murderer. Which, what happened with that, anyway? I mean, with her? Did she get in trouble for lying?”

He shakes his head, wisps of his hair falling into his eyes. “She got called in for more questioning, but there wasn’t a whole lot she could do since she basically just said she must’ve gotten confused.” He clicks a few more keys. “She seems kind of crazy.”

“Oh, she is,” I assure him. “She stalked Foster for years and did a lot of crazy stuff. Although, now I’m kind of wondering if maybe there was more to it than that.”

He pauses with his fingers over the keyboard as he glances up at me, a crease between his brows. “What do you mean?”

I step away from the dresser and toward the bed. “That night at the party, when the cops showed up and I ran into the woods with Star, Evalynn was there, and she basically said a bunch of stuff to me that implied Foster may have been secretly hooking up with her. And that maybe he was doing it to feed her obsession with him so that she’d do stuff for him, like lie to the police.”

“So, you think she lied to the police for him because he’s sleeping with her?” he questions with a hint of skepticism.

“That, and maybe telling her that he loves her.”

A frown etches onto his face. “But wouldn’t that also mean that he’s the reason his truck went over the cliff? I mean, if he needed a reason for the police to be led in a different direction?”

“Maybe.” While I may be pissed at Foster, it still hurts to admit this aloud, admit that he might be the reason I died that night.

I just wish I knew why, wish I knew what happened amongst those foggy memories of when Foster kissed me in the truck.

Did someone else show up? Who ran into his truck? And how far did we go before all of this happened? We had kissed and touched a bit, but then the fog takes over my mind and I can’t see through it.

“Hey, calm down and breathe, okay?” Kingsley says, making me aware that I’m holding my breath in my chest. “Everything’s going to be okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

I exhale shakily. “Sorry, I was just trying to remember what happened that night, but I’m not sure I ever will. And since the only other person who really knows what happened is Foster … I have a feeling I may never know.”

He hesitates before cautiously saying, “Don’t completely discount that idea yet.”

“You think he’ll tell the truth one day?” I question. “Because, from what I’ve just learned, he’s basically been lying his entire life.”

“He has, but if him and Grey end up getting arrested for dealing night kiss, Grey might crack and tell the truth. Well, if he knows what happened that night, and I have a feeling he might.”

My brows dip. “Why would you think that?”

He fiddles with one of his brow piercings. “I don’t want to upset you.”

“Then tell me the truth,” I urge. “Please don’t lie to try to protect me. I don’t care how bad it is. The truth … it’s important to me.”

Hesitancy remains on his face as he says, “Porter and I have been talking to a few people who were at that party you and Foster were at the night of the accident, and from what everyone has told us, Grey and Foster had an argument.”

I tilt my head to the side. “I don’t remember that happening.”

“It happened in one of the bedrooms where I don’t think too many people were there to witness, which was probably the point … But, anyway, from what we’ve found out, Grey owed Foster something—we still haven’t figured out what or what it was for. What we do know is that Foster told Grey to meet him up on the hill that night so he could pay up.”

My stomach plummets. “Grey came up to the cliff that night?”

“We don’t know if he did for sure,” he presses. “We just found out that they agreed to meet up there. But who the hell knows if they ever did?”

I hug my arms around myself as my body suddenly feels very cold. “What if he did, and I can’t remember it happening because I was drugged and passed out when he showed up?” Tears burn my eyes.

What if they did something to me together then tried to