Page 136 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“His body.”

Cara spots two guards carrying a black bag that no doubt has Fred’s body inside. It goes by in a flash as they quickly throw the bag in the back of the SUV. Other guards are standing around, keeping watch.

It’s no wonder so many people who work for the organization live in this neighborhood. Truthfully, it all makes sense watching this.

How many neighborhoods can you casually walk out with a giant black bag and someone not take notice? There are so many players living here, and the others know not to cross Taby or Cordelia.

“We’re next.”

“She isn’t going to kill us,” I say.

“No, I mean. Someone has to come here next.”

“I know.”

Cara and I watch as the SUVs peel out of Fred’s driveway and ride off into the distance.

“Do you think someone will come later tonight?” she asks.

“I’m not sure.”

“I’ll heat up something for dinner,” Cara offers.

I feel tense, knowing that this isn’t the end for Cara and me regarding what happened with Fred. I thought one of the guards would be sent over, but none of them stayed.

Cara starts pulling food out of the fridge as I watch on from inside the living room.

“I’ll be in soon to help,” I say.

“I’ve got it,” she shouts back.

This is all too simple. There’s no way that Taby actually trusts Cara and me this much to have no feedback after her visit to Fred’s house.

A loud bang sounds at the door.

I’m so close to it that, somehow, it startles me.

“I’ll get it,” I shout.

Cara quickly appears in between the kitchen and living room doorway.

“I’ll be armed in the kitchen,” she says more seriously.

I give her a curt nod.

Looking through the door peephole first, I see it’s Brad. I can’t let loose, not knowing what he’s doing here.

“Hey,” I say as I open it.

An exhausted-looking Brad stares at me blankly.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Can I come in?”

His hands are inside his front jeans pockets, and he’s wearing an oversized brown coat.

“Can I take your jacket?”

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