Chapter 22
Thomas
Chapter Twenty-Two
I waited until everyone was inside before I followed. They were waiting in the hall, and Kinsley was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, wearing an arrogant look on her face. I pulled her into the kitchen, away from the others.
“What do you want to tell them?” I asked, glancing behind her to where the others were still standing, before placing the knife back into the drawer.
“Why didn’t you tell me that the person you followed after Braxton’s party had a creepy mask on?” she hissed, dodging my question.
I sighed. “I didn’t want to scare you, and I wasn’t sure it was worth sharing.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Well, it freaks me out, but if we really want to solve this case, we have to start sharing things.” She glanced behind herself.
“What do you want to tell them?” I asked again, and she scrunched her nose.
“I don’t know. But we have to say something about why we are acting like freaks.”
“I suggest a lie,” I said, and she pursed her lips.
“No,” she replied quickly. “Maybe they could help us. They know a lot more about the town and its people than us.”
“And that is why it could be any one of them,” I reasoned, and she bit the inside of her cheek.
“Sorry, I don’t want to disturb you or anything, but if you think we can’t hear you, it’s better if you know that we perfectly can,” Braxton called from where he was leaning against the wall next to the staircase.
“What’s going on?” Kevin cut in, stepping into the kitchen. “Is this about your mom?” I closed my eyes with a sigh.
“Your mom?” one of the girls asked, and I heard whispering.
When I opened my eyes, Kinsley gave me a nudging look.
Well fuck. I turned my gaze toward the five people looking at me with curiosity in their eyes. I didn’t trust any of them.
“You don’t have to tell them everything,” Kinsley whispered. “But we need help, we have no idea where to look or where to start. Consider that in your enormous brain.”
She was right, but it was still against everything I stood for to tell them about this. I glanced at Connor, and when he, too, gave me an encouraging smile, I sighed and stretched my neck. Fuck. All right.