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Walking back over to the table, I set the bloody bolt cutters down. “So, how’d the search go?”

I lured Brax out of the house today so Declan could dig through Liam’s room. He had a few hours to tear things apart to see if he could find any evidence of what Liam was up to or who he thought was betraying Sigma House.

“There was nothing life-altering at first.” Declan walks to the far wall and hangs his chain up. “You know Liam. Textbooks, sports bets, porn. Did you know he had a thing for pegging? Would explain a lot of shit.”

“You’re getting off topic.”

“You’re no fun.” Declan chuckles. “I did find one thing that was interesting: a shitload of research on Violet.”

“Violet?”

Liam didn’t give a shit about her. She was a trial and a virgin. Nothing about her interested him except for the fact that he could use her to torture me.

“Why was he looking into her?”

“Don’t know. It was just random notes.” Declan stops at the table. “Things about her mom, where she was born, where she works. Boring shit. Guess you weren’t the only one obsessed.”

Except, I don’t think obsession is what was driving him.

Liam didn’t like Violet, especially at the end when he found out she was talking to another guy on the Dark Desires app. If he was looking into her, it wasn’t because he was interested in her; it had to be something else.

Up until now, I assumed Violet was an easy target since she was his girlfriend, and she pissed him off. But what if he didn’t just needany girlthat night in the forest? What if his revenge required someone specific?

It had to beher.

“Liam didn’t like Violet. He wasn’t obsessed.”

“So you think she’s tied to the traitor he was talking about?” Declan asks.

“I didn’t.” Now, I don’t know what the fuck was going on.

“All right. Well, I’ll keep digging, but either way, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You got rid of his body, right?”

“Of course.” Chopped it, burned it, buried it. “I’m not a fucking idiot.”

“And his car?”

“Bottom of Rochester Lake.”

After drugging Violet that night in the woods, I carried her to the Petersons’ cabin, where my car was parked.People were so drunk they didn’t notice the unconscious girl in my arms.

I brought her home, then I came back to deal with Liam.

There’s a reason he chose that particular road to the Petersons’ cabin when the direct route would have only taken forty minutes. No one goes that way, so when I returned, the scene was exactly how I left it.

I got rid of the body first, then the car. I took my time to make sure that even if they found his bones, there wouldn’t be anything tying me to him.

Liam isn’t like Nixon, an orphan. People care to look for him and have the money to do it. They’ll find his car eventually, and maybe even a clue or two. But they won’t find proof of what I did.

Not that proof is my issue. Anyone who matters in this town won’t want to try this case in court. Sigma House has better ways of handing down justice.

If the council members decide I killed him, I’ll pay whether there’s strong enough evidence or not. Which is why I was careful.

“Brax meets with the family lawyer in the morning. We’ll look again,” I tell him. “We need to make sure we aren’t missing anything. If Liam was looking into Violet’s past, there has to be a reason. We need to figure out what that is and if it will help us. Or, at the very least, make sure there aren’t any loose ends.”

“And Violet?”

“I’ll take care of her.”

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