Page 55 of Bad Blood
“You think I don’t know that?” Michael got in Dean’s face. “You think I wanted her to leave?”
For a moment, I thought Dean would de-escalate things. But then he leaned forward to speak directly into Michael’s ear. “I think you don’t know how to do anything but take a punch.”
One second, they were standing there, and the next, they were on the floor. Michael swung at Dean, who grappled for better positioning and pinned Michael to the ground.
“Stop.” The word exited Sloane’s mouth in a whisper.“Stop. Stop. Stop!”
She’d been silent since we’d made it back, and as her volume escalated to a yell, the boys froze.
I’d never seen Dean pick a fight with Michael before. I’d never seen the two of them in an all-out brawl.
“It’s not Michael’s fault.” Sloane’s voice was barely audible. “It’s mine.” She moved backward until she hit the wall. “I saw Lia leaving. She asked me not to tell.” Sloane sucked in a breath, her middle finger on her right hand tapping against her thumb. She was counting something—counting and counting and unable to pull it together. “We’d just gotten back, and she changed clothes. She was wearing white, and Lia only wears white thirteen percent of the time. I should have known.”
“Sloane,” Judd said gently. “Sweetheart…”
“I offered to go with her,” Sloane continued, picking up the pace of both her words and her tapping. “She said no. She said…” Sloane looked down. “She said I’d just get in the way.”
You knew how much that would hurt Sloane, Lia. You knew. Objectively, I could see that Lia had been trying to protect our most vulnerable member, but Sloane didn’t know that. She wouldn’t understand it even if I tried to explain what the combination of anger, fear, and dread that Michael had seen in Kane Darby had drudged up for Lia.
Years later, it can still hit you in a moment.
Dean was wrong. This wasn’t about Michael, or what had happened in New York, or any of us. This was about ghosts that Lia had never faced.
Agent Sterling’s phone rang then, and as I told Sloane that none of this—noneof it—was her fault, my brain was already processing the shift in my mentor’s demeanor. The identity of the caller was clear in the way Sterling stood, her shoulders squared to ward off emotion, her free hand dangling loosely by her side.
“I take it you got my messages about Gaither.” Sterling didn’t say that Briggs should have called her back sooner. She didn’t ask why he hadn’t. “Lia’s gone AWOL to infiltrate the local cult.” Agent Sterling set the phone to speaker—one more layer of distance between herself and Briggs. “If the man in charge is hiding something, Lia will find it. But if he realizes she’s looking—if anyone in his camp suspects she’s with the FBI—this won’t go well.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment. “Am I on speaker?” Briggs asked, his tone reminding me that he didn’t have his ex-wife’s impenetrable control.
“You are.”
Briggs processed Agent Sterling’s answer—and her tone—before proceeding. “What do we think the chances are that someone in the Gaither cult has ties to the Masters?”
I registered the logic behind that question. We’d come to Gaither looking for members of one cult; we’d found another.Those peoplehad been implicated in at least one set of murders—those of Anna and Todd Kyle. What were the chances that there were more victims? Lia’s situation was precarious enough, but if the Masters had a tie to Serenity Ranch, she could be in more danger than we knew.
“The killings started today,” I said, reading into the fact that it had taken him this long to return Agent Sterling’s call. “Didn’t they?”
“April second.” Sloane shivered. “4/2.”
Briggs’s silence answered that question. Finally, he elaborated. “Victim was a female,” he said, clipping the words. “Early twenties, abducted from a college campus. She was found in an open field, strapped to a scarecrow’s post.”
Burned alive, I filled in. I swallowed hard.
“We can’t leave Gaither,” Dean told Briggs. “Not without Lia.”
“I’m not asking you to.” Agent Briggs was the type of person who developed and executed plans, the type who never backed down. “You keep working the case in Gaither,” he continued. “Give Lia the chance to dig into Darby. And then, Ronnie?”
Agent Sterling didn’t bat an eye at the nickname or the emotion that made its way into Briggs’s voice as he said it.
“Get her out.”
YOU
You aren’t surprised when they come for you. You don’t remember the hours following your conversation with Five, but you remember his words. You knew that it was only a matter of time before you were asked to pass judgment.
Of the nine seats at the table, four are filled at this midnight conference. Yours makes five.
“There is a threat.” Five has laid his knife on the table for you to see. “I believe the situation to be worthy of the Pythia’s counsel.”
