Page 123 of Crew Princess
I could’ve kicked myself, because we hadn’t been paying attention. No one had been paying attention. The documentary wasn’t there to threaten us with national exposure. It was there to distract us from what was really going on.
The Ryerson Crew.
If Alex was right, if Drake had been kicked out, that meant there’d been a mutiny. Someone rallied their crew. Someone stepped up to be their new leader. That someone was going to push the drugs. Had to be. It’s the only thing that made sense.
But Fallen Crest? I was here. How was I here? What part of this was I missing?
Principal Broghers had wanted the documentary to be here.Kennethhad asked them to be here. But he was kissing Becca’s ass. Why was he kissing her ass if the end goal was just to distract us? That didn’t make sense. A person kisses someone’s ass because they want something. The documentary crew was already there. But if Kenneth was already getting what he wanted, he wouldn’t have kissed Becca’s ass.
He wanted something else.
I felt it in my bones. The documentarywasthere to distract us, so that meant the principal didn’t know.
He was a puppet.
And this cop? Was she a puppet too?
Who was pulling her strings?
Neeon? Drake had talked about Neeon’s daughter.
If Drake wasn’t in on pushing the drugs, he was being used too.
Alex knew. Drake didn’t. Who was using Drake? How would Alex have known?
Then I realized something. What brought them together? Their family. Someone in their family was behind all of it. That would make sense. Use the Fallen Crest police station to pull attention away from Roussou. Make us focus here, not in Roussou. Everything was a distraction. Everything.
That meant I needed to find someone who was active with the Fallen Crest police station, find someone who was connected to Drake, to Alex, find someone who was in communication with the new Ryerson Crew leader—the mastermind of all of this.
Drugs. It all came down to fucking drugs.
I was here because of goddamn drugs.
“Why am I here?”
Detective Broghers stopped, blinking once. “Why do you ask?”
“Was it a joint task team? Roussou and Fallen Crest together?”
She didn’t answer, but she was listening.
“Who put that together? Whose idea was it?”
She wasn’t going to answer. I knew she wasn’t, but I was betting she knew. Follow it back. Always follow it back, and there would be one person who connected everything together.
We just had to follow the right string.
Someone knocked on the door. It opened, and a guy’s head poked around.
“Her lawyer’s here.”
It wasn’t just one lawyer. Channing had his normal team come in, along with another guy who smiled wide at the detectives when my bail was posted.
Broghers sighed. “Keep it up, Kade. I’m sure we could find something on you while you’re in town. And don’t think we don’t know you’re still in law school. You ain’t a full lawyer yet.”
The guy’s smirk just deepened. “Keep it up, huh? Is that a challenge? An innuendo?” He shifted, facing her. “You coming on to me, Detective Broghers? You sure you want to do that? Pretty certain your entire force is well aware of how I handle challenges. I alwaysriseto the occasion.”
Broghers cut to my brother. “You calledtheseguys in? Your normal lawyers weren’t enough?”
