Chapter 19 Streeter
STREETER
“Fucking get out!” I shout to Camden and… whoever the fuck that is who stepped inside first.
Camden grins and pulls the man who burst in here like he was fucking invited back onto the porch. Before the door shuts, the small invader rounds on Camden, his hands fisted at his sides.
Remi tucks his head into my shoulder, breathing a laugh. “Shit, that’s my friend Quill. I called him to come pick me up and… got distracted.” His cheeks pinken. “We couldn’t lock the door.” Remi looks at me pointedly. Fuck me for kicking the door in, I guess.
“Ain’t like Camden hasn’t seen my dick before, but he hasn’t seen yours.” I regret my comment as soon as it leaves my lips. Remi looks at me with barely hidden insecurity, grabbing the blanket to cover himself.
“Is he… your boyfriend?” Remi whispers.
It’s almost laughable that I would date Camden or he’d want to date me, but I keep my chuckle to myself. I just got Remi back from the cold—I don’t want him storming out again because he misunderstands something.
“No,” I say, tugging him up. “We used to fuck, but that ended ages ago. We’re just friends now. Camden is a lot like me, and I know where some of his skeletons are buried.”
Remi tilts his head. “Literally or figuratively?”
Leaning in, I peck him gently on the lips. “Both.” His eyes go wide. “Come on. Let me clean you up so we can figure out what the fuck to do about these bodies.”
“There’s one out here,” Camden says through the door. The fucker is listening in. I swear I hate him. “Missing a head. How did you manage that?”
“Is your friend cool?” I ask Remi as I eye the closed door.
Kinda late to ask since he heard that (a) Camden is a killer like me, and (b) he’s looking at a body whose head I chopped off.
Remi nods. “Yeah. He’s chill.”
“Really chill, I swear. Definitely not someone who needs their head relocated,” a smaller voice says through the door.
I grunt. “Come on. Let me clean the cum from your hole.”
“Gross,” two voices from the other side of the door say.
We make our way to the bathroom and I wipe Remi down. I suggest a shower, but he shakes his head. “No. Quill and your friend are out there. It’s rude to leave them in the snow. We should be quick.” I snort, but do what he asks.
By the time we leave the bathroom, both Camden and Quill are in the living room, sitting on the couch.
Camden looks around, his brown cheeks red from the snow.
“You know,” he says as he stands up. “I’ve never been in one of these cabins.
Too expensive.” We clap hands and bring each other in for a one-armed hug.
“Glad you got to experience the high life.”
“Whatever, dude. Thanks for coming out.”
“No problem,” he says with a shrug. “I want double on that gas card.”
I snort and look at Quill, a pretty twink with bright green eyes and bubblegum-pink hair.
He and Remi are obviously good friends, both looking like angels on earth, their cute, cherubic faces making them look innocent.
Though… I know how innocent Remi isn’t after all we’ve got up to in the past few days.
He kicks up his chin and stands, walking over to me like he’s not afraid of shit. “Quill Lane. It’s… an experience meeting you.”
I grin at him, showing all twenty-eight of my teeth—fucking dentists took my wisdom teeth when I was fourteen. “Pleasure.”
“I’m Camden,” Cam says, holding his hand out to Quill.
Quill looks at his hand and places his fingertips delicately in Camden’s hand. “We met. Outside, remember?”
“Yep.” Cam smiles at the little twink, making Quill roll his eyes.
Remi walks over to Quill and hugs him. “Thanks for coming.”
“You know,” Quill says when they separate. “If I knew we were going to be getting rid of bodies, I wouldn’t have worn my good boots.” He lifts his feet, showing off a pair of black Timberland boots. “Then again, I’ll need the tread, yeah?”
Camden rubs his hands together, his eyes alight with mischief. “What’s the plan?”
Remi and I look at each other, then I say, “Well, get rid of the bodies.”
“Tracking, but where?” Cam shoots back.
“They’re over a cliff right now,” Remi says. “We’ll have to get them.”
Cam gives Remi a look like he thinks Remi is certifiable. “This might be a mountain town, but ain’t no cliffs near these cabins.”
I sigh and shake my head. This isn’t the first time Remi has mentioned a cliff when discussing the ditch I tossed the bodies into. I don’t want to get into it, so I say, “Maybe put them in the garbage and let sanitation workers pick them up?”
Remi shakes his head. “That’s too far away to transport all the bodies without anyone noticing. When we did our rental agreement, the contract said we had to drive our trash down and toss it in the dumpster near the rental office.”
“Gross,” Quill whispers. I catch him looking at his nails coated in a bright pink polish.
“Okay, the dumpster is out,” Cam says. “Burning?”
It’s my turn to give Cam a look. “Yeah, that’s smart. Burning bodies in the dead of winter after a snowstorm where firefighters will think it’s a house fire. You’re in genius territory there.”
Cam shrugs, but doesn’t look any less excited about how we’re going to get rid of the bodies.
Quill makes an annoyed noise. “Is literally everyone in here but me completely incompetent?” He glances at his best friend. “Sorry, Remi, you too.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. The three of us look at Quill, waiting for his explanation.
He doesn’t look the least bit intimidated to have two serial killers—and Remi—staring at him.
“If you just disappear all the bodies, they’re going to think you did it,” he says, pointing to Remi.
“I know you look like an angel, but I’ve watched enough true crime to know that doesn’t matter.
Listen…” Quill looks back and forth between me and Cam.
“Make it look like Trevor did it instead. The asshole has a record for domestic violence. No one would blink twice.”
An involuntary growl escapes my throat and I pull Remi closer to me, making sure he’s safe and whole, not at the mercy of that dickhead who didn’t know how to treat him. Remi practically melts into my side with a soft sigh.
Before he continues, Quill looks back and forth between us, a faraway look on his face.
Remi opens his mouth to speak, but Quill talks over him. “Anyway, I personally got a call from Remi this morning telling me Trevor went bananas and attacked him the night they got here. When the other guys tried to stop him, he turned on them. Remi ran out into the snow—”
Remi looks shocked. “I didn’t—”
“And was rescued by some tall, golden savior. He’s been with you since that first night.
” He looks at me pointedly and a small smile tips up my lips.
“As long as you clean up the evidence, and with the shit I’m sure they’ll find on Trevor’s phone about why he was bringing Remi up here, you’ll get away with it. ”
We’re all silent as we absorb what Quill just laid out. I look at his plan from all angles, trying to find a weak spot, but there isn’t one. As long as we can find somewhere to plant the bodies and maybe bury Trevor where he’ll never be found, I think we can pull it off.
My grin fully blooms. “You’re kind of diabolical,” I say to Quill.
He smiles, looking pleased with himself. “No, just a well-read librarian.”
Cam rubs a hand over his waves. “Street, remember that mineshaft we found a few months back? Where we smoked that good kush we got from those skateboarders outside of your job?”
“Mineshaft?” Quill asks. “Well, shit, you have everything you need to make it look like a murder. Maybe we can space the bodies out, make it look like Trevor hunted them down and killed them when he caught up with them. That could work.”
Camden looks proud that he could contribute to the plan. “I have my snowmobile. We can stack the bodies on the back and take it through the woods until we’re out of eyeshot of the road up here. Then I can take it to the top and dump them in the shaft.”
“I’m coming with you. You’ll need a hand to get the bodies off the snowmobile and spaced out. Remi.” I turn to him and frame his face. “You and Quill get started with the cleaning, and when we’re done, we’ll come back and finish up. We can talk about what to tell the cops when I get back, okay?”
“Okay,” he whispers. “Thank you.”
I kiss him lightly on the nose. “Anything for you, Hummingbird.” After one more kiss, I turn to Camden, who’s openly staring at Quill as the tiny librarian goes to the kitchen to get cleaning supplies. “Ready?”
Camden takes his time looking at me, a wide smile spread across his face. “Ready. Wish I could have chopped off a limb or two.”
I roll my eyes and throw an arm around his shoulder. “Next time,” I deadpan. “For now, you can get your rocks off by tossing bodies into a cave, yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”