Page 55 of Killian's Vengeance

Killian

Cullen and I were sitting in the office, dissecting possible suspects and scenarios related to Lily’s murder, still unable to understand who, besides us, would have a motive to kill her.

I was also uncomfortably aware that Willa wasn’t tucked in the safety of my room, but somewhere out of my radius of protection. I fucking hated it, but I knew I needed to prove to her that we didn’t kill her sister before contacting her.

“Who was in the building?”

“Logan and us. Who was working at the club at the time?” I rub my head, barely able to think.

“I’ll get a list from Martin.”

I nodded, then turned in surprise when Ian walked in the door. “What are you doing here?”

“I texted him. We need him. We haven’t come up with shit,” Cullen answered.

I nodded and rubbed my eyes, exhaustion hovered over my head like a rain cloud. “Good idea,” I finally replied.

Fuck, I was tired. And pissed. And worried. Ever since Willa left, I kept staring at my phone as if she was going to call me. Like hell she was going to call me. I was the motherfucker who kidnapped her and let her sister get killed under our noses. Sure, her sister had been a certified monster, but that didn’t change that Lily’s death had upset Willa greatly. Why the fuck would she want to talk to me?

Then a sickening realization struck me. Willa didn’t even have my goddamned phone number. She couldn’t call me, even if she wanted to.

Ian planted himself down at his computer, throwing his car keys beside him on the table. His action stirred a thought in me. Willa didn’t have her purse. She had no money and no way to get back into her dorm. Fuck! Was she still outside? Did she walk home?

“Ian, did you see Willa outside when you got here?”

“No, but I saw Martin leaving.”

“Was Willa with him?” I was distinctly uncomfortable with this possibility, though maybe I should be grateful if Martin gave her a ride. No. No, I hated the idea.

“Who could tell? You know how dark those fucking windows are tinted.”

My stomach churned and, for some reason, I felt like my chest was going to cave in. Was I having a fucking heart attack? “Hey, can you track Willa’s phone?”

I heard Cullen snort and shot him the finger.

“Yeah, that’s easy. I modified it when I had it, so it should only take a few minutes.”

I frowned at him, suddenly remembering that Ian and Willa spent the evening together last night while we'd been on the mission. I knew Willa had talked about Ian’s looks last night to rile me—which fucking worked—and I now stared down at him through narrowed eyes.

“Jesus, easy, Kill. I wasn’t sure if she was involved in Lily’s bullshit at the time, so I figured I’d modify it just in case. I’m not dumb enough to make a play for your girl.”

“Good, pull it up.” We weren’t getting anywhere with Lily’s murder at the moment. I might as well relieve my worries about Willa and make sure she got somewhere safe. I’d call her, but I knew she’d just screen me, not recognizing the number. Or screen me, assuming it was me.

“Hey, what if it was her accomplice?” Ian said.

I shot him a puzzled look; my attention now completely focused on Willa.

“Lily. Lily’s accomplice. Maybe he killed her,” he supplied impatiently.

“How could he possibly get in here?”

Cullen jumped out of his chair, his eyes molten blue. “What if he works here? What if that was the way Lily chose Mac? Because her accomplice knew him. Knew he’d be an easy mark.”

I stood up straight, my mind reeling with what he was implying.

“Who? Who are you thinking?”

Cullen’s lips pressed together. “Martin just left.”

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