Page 56 of Maddox
I merely stare at his hand until he sighs and says, “Look, I’m just trying to find out what happened to an innocent woman.”
With that he steps past me, and I turn to watch him go. Fuck me. I hope this isn’t related to Margie.
When Ben shoves my shoulder as he too leaves, I curl my hand into a fist to keep from punching him in the head because I don’t have time for a trip downtown.
As soon as they’re gone, I turn to Pops and say, “What the fuck is going on?”
As soon as the cops left, we called church. Although I know better, I’m hoping that the questioning was based on my presence at the diner and now that they’ve asked and I had no answers, they’ll leave me the fuck alone.
I’m still racking my brain regarding Darcy when Romeo steps through the door and it all falls into place. Romeo fucked the spunky waitress who brought us pie.
Was he the last one to see her? If so, this could be bad news for my brother.
I know to my bones that Romeo would never hurt a woman. So, what happened to the waitress after he was done? Is there a connection between her and Margie?
It can’t be a coincidence that two women went missing in this small town. The question is…were they taken by the same scumbag and if so…why?
“Okay, okay,” Pops says, and I raise my head.
If there is a link between her and Margie’s murder, we may finally get some answers but with the cops sniffing around, it just got ten times harder.
As for Delaney and our interlude in the woods, I push that shit to the back of my mind.
Maybe I jumped to conclusions, but the little ex-cheerleader is still someone that doesn’t belong and if Draven is too stubborn to see the light, it’s up to me to keep an eye out, or so I tell myself.
Later, I’m tinkering outside when Draven walks by. Although hours have passed since my altercation with the pig, I’m still stewing over it.
Beyond the asshole questioning me about Darcy, I keep circling back around to Delaney.
“Hey,” I say, and Draven stiffens before slowly turning around.
“What?” she grumbles.
Her prickly attitude gets on my last nerve, and I bark, “You know that Delaney chick is in bed with cops?”
“So?” she says with a shrug.
“So?”
Is she for real? Did we grow up in the same fucking place or what?
“We don’t need that shit around here, Dray,” I say, and her eyes drop to my fingers curled into fists.
Finally, she says, “Who fucking cares? It’s not like she’s a super-secret spy. She’s just trying to live like the rest of us.”
Are you fucking kidding me?
Snorting, I toss the wrench in my hand to the ground and mutter, “Cuz, your life is so bad?”
“Yes, you ass,” she says, stomping her foot, “and I bet Delaney is getting the same fucking third degree right about now. The only difference is I’m the chick whose daddy is a lawless fucking biker.”
Chapter 11
Delaney
I’m still processing what happened with Maddox when I get home after school on Monday.
With a few days to dissect the interlude, I’m left with the sinking sensation that Maddox was making up excuses when he left me at the trailer.
