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“Stay here while I’m gone,” he says. “Don’t go running around chasing clues or any shit like that. Wait for me to come back.”
“I won’t,” I answer, shaking my head. “I’m a podcaster. I don’t normally do this anywhere except my computer.”
“Keep it that way while I’m gone,” he commands. “If there’s anything useful, I’ll let you know. Give me your phone.”
He holds out his hand and I give it to him. I watch as he types a few things, opens up some sort of console in my phone, and keeps typing. When it flashes back to the home screen, it flickers a few times, then he accesses an app I’ve never seen before. A few adjustments later, he flips to my contacts and adds himself.
Boyd Sagona. As soon as he hands it back, I add Big in front of his name.
“Now your text messages will do the same thing, and I can send you any updates that need to do that after you read them,” he says, pulling me into a hug. “Stay out of trouble. Promise me? Don’t put anything on your podcast unless I tell you it’s okay. Just because you hear from me, doesn’t mean it’s safe to report it.”
“I promise,” I say, hugging him tightly.
“Good girl.” He strokes my hair before letting go. “We’ll talk about how youaccidentallyread my text message when I get back, but I need to go.”
I swallow a shudder and force a smile. “Sure!”
Boyd leaves the room with a wall-shuddering bang as he slams the door.
I’m all alone. But I probably shouldn’t be so eager for him to get back. I won’t be able to talk my way of that one without actually lying. Originally, I did read it accidentally when it blinked on the screen. Everything that happened after… not really something I can say was an accident.
And it’s all useless information, anyway. I could be the first one to report that Lloyd Brennan is dead, but Boyd didn’t tell me I could use that. I could try my new evaporating text messages.
Sarah:Can I use the Lloyd Brennan thing when I go live?
Boyd:NO
Did he mean to yell, or… I’ll assume he didn’t. Either way, the text message poofs and I have a blank screen. An interesting way to communicate, I suppose. I hope there’s a way to turn this off for people other than Big Boyd.
I miss him after he’s gone, but I’ve got plenty to keep myself occupied with. I return to my laptop and start going through all of the news sites for scraps of information I can turn into a recap.
I really wish I could break the news about Lloyd Brennan’s death, but I won’t do it without permission from the guy who is giving me information to begin with. I’m already in enough trouble for going through his phone.
But with Big Boyd, I’m probably getting spanked regardless. He even spanked me while he fucked me last night.
I smile as I think about it, losing focus on the news sites as I remember how incredible it was.
After letting my imagination run wild for longer than I should, I snap myself out of it and get back to work. I carefully collect all the information I should cover, then pause when I get to a news site that is discussing the nerve agent.
“Police say the nerve agent compound was different in Las Vegas, than in any of the prior murders, leading some to believe it could be a different killer,” I read in a mutter. “Different nerve agent? Hmm.”
I make a note of it and keep going. It’s possible that it could be a copycat. Still, a copycat that was able to leave the same kind of evidence as the Mafia Prince Killer against a crime family makes me question that theory.
I finally get everything assembled and sigh.
I don’t have any new information, but this train is moving, so there’s only one thing to do.
It’s time to go live.
CHAPTER 19
Boyd
After dodging everyone I can on the way out of Salvalagio, I swing by my condo so I can clean myself up, shower, and put on a clean suit.
Once I’m on my way, I send a message to Massimo to let him know I’m coming.
I can’t believe Lloyd Brennan is dead, but more important, how? What the fuck happened? I hope he didn’t… do the same thing my sister did. I can’t imagine what it’s like to mourn your child. Especially when a list of your evil deeds and enough evidence to put you in prison is left beside the body.
