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Dalton ignores the jab and tilts his head, feigning interest in me. “Who’s she?”
“She’s none of your business,” Nash fires back without hesitation. His body tenses like he’s stopping himself from launching forward. The air feels heavier now, charged.
“I need to talk to you,” Dalton says, his expression faltering.
“Not happening.”
Dalton hesitates. Then, like he isn’t dropping a bomb, he says, “Zara came to see me the morning of the murders.”
The world stops.
Nash’s breath hitches. My forehead drops to his back, tears stinging my eyes.
“I think you should hear what she said,” Dalton adds, his voice syrupy and calculated.
The fight goes out of Nash and his shoulders slump. “Don’t make me regret this.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
NASH
“Who’s the girl?”
I ignore Dalton’s question and continue to pace the sitting room. “Why did Zara come to you?”
He settles back on the couch, his eyes taking in the stacks of boxes. “She’s not a local girl. Someone from out of town?”
“What did Zara say?” I ask through gritted teeth.
“Touchy,” Dalton chuckles, and I clench my fists.
Hadley is taking a shower, and I told her to stay in my bedroom until Dalton is gone. She doesn’t need to put up with his bullshit, and I don’t want him finding out who she really is.
“If you’re not going to talk, then you can leave.”
The smile slips from his face. “Don’t get smart with me, boy.”
“Why are you here now, Dalton? If you’ve been sitting on information about the murders, why haven’t you told the police?”
“Who said it had anything to do with the murders?” he asks casually.
My patience is wearing thin. “What’s your play here?”
“Nothing comes for free.”
I slam my fist against the wall. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Don’t take that tone with me,” he snaps. “I made you who you are, and you’ll show me respect.”
“Respect is earned,” I mutter. “You’re wasting my time. I want you to leave.”
“Your sister got herself knocked up,” he says smugly.
“And?” I ask, my voice flat.
His lips turn down, like my indifference is some kind of offence. “You knew?”
I ignore his question. “Why did she come to you?”
