Chapter 4 #2
Lane pulls out his phone and tries again but shakes his head. “Right to voicemail.”
“Felix… I know you’re good at stealing shit… are you good at getting into things as well? Such as Grayson’s laptop so we can track the location of his phone?”
“I guess it depends on how hard he made his password. You don’t know it? I assume it’ll be something like ‘Hotbod4Cal’ with a numerical four, of course.”
“You haven’t even seen what he looks like,” I say.
“He sounds sexy.”
“Sounds can be deceiving.”
“Maybe if you showed me a picture of him instead of making me look at pictures of that dog of his, I would know. What if you just like… drew a picture of him at the very least?”
“Sure. The moment I find a pen, I’ll draw him for you,” I say, which I didn’t know would mean that he’d immediately flag down the server for a pen.
“Here you are, my dear,” Felix says with such a huge smile.
Since I don’t have anything to draw on, I grab his hand and jerk it toward me.
“My arm doesn’t bend that way, weirdly enough .”
“Then move your body. I have nothing else to draw it on.”
He sighs and contorts himself so I can use his wrist where I proceed to draw a giant dick, ball hairs and all.
Antonio leans in, as though he’s scrutinizing the details. “He is handsome.”
“Thank you,” I say, handing the pen back to Felix.
Felix flips his arm around to face himself and his eyes narrow. “Hmm…”
“Hmm yourself.”
“What the fuck is this?”
“It’s Grayson.”
Felix gives me a pout like he thought I was secretly Leonardo da Vinci and was going to whip out a portrait of the man. “Lane, Cal drew a dick on me!”
“I mean… did you really expect anything else from him? Did you think he was over there drawing the Mona Lisa on your arm?”
“At the very least!”
“I think you should get that tattooed,” Antonio says.
“Antonio, you’re supposed to be my friend, not Cal’s!” Felix complains.
“What if we get back on task?” I ask. “You know… the whole Grayson computer thing?”
Felix is still glowering at his arm dick. “Oh, right…”
“I think that maybe his password had something to do with Traveler. But I don’t know it beyond that.”
“I can work with that,” Felix says.
Once we finish up here, we head right back to Grayson’s.
Felix pretends as if the door was already open when he lock-picks his way back inside and then beams at us like he expects recognition for the work he’s done.
I give him a pat on the back while his pig takes off, nosing his way through the house since Felix declared Brigs was “sad” after being left in the car during breakfast. I’m pretty sure the pig didn’t even wake up long enough to notice we’d left.
We head over to the computer, and while Felix “works his magic” with his penis arm, I go around the room being nosy. There really isn’t much else for me to do. I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Some reason to go home? Some reason to stay? Some reason to find Grayson and threaten him?
I sigh and sit down in a chair as I close my eyes. I don’t know if it’s being surrounded by his things or what, but it’s like as soon as I close them, I can hear Grayson saying, “You know I had no choice. I had to go.”
Is it selfish to be mad that he really couldn’t make his own decision? Is it even the fact that he couldn’t stay with me that irritates me so much?
No… I know it’s not. But I also know that I was determined to drown alone.
“And we are in. Would you all like to stop what you’re doing and praise me? Actually, I insist on it,” Felix announces.
I open my eyes and look at the man hovering over the computer. He’s so happy about what he’s done, but what if I shouldn’t look at what’s on that computer? What if I find something I can’t handle seeing?
Felix turns his beaming face to me, and whatever he sees there makes his smile falter. “Did… you not want me to figure out how to get into his computer? I can be like, ‘Oh no, I can’t get it. I’m amazing so really, I could get it, but I’m too amazing to get it.’”
“It’s fine,” I say as I stand up and head over to the computer. He’s pulled up the site pertaining to Grayson’s phone and clicks the “Find my phone.” Honestly, it’s no surprise he’s at the exact address on the Post-it note.
I click over to his messages and see the message he sent to me at the very top.
He’s messaged no one since. I click the message beneath it, but it’s a casual message to his sister, and the one beneath is to a guy I know is his friend from the military.
Everything is fairly mundane with typical conversations.
Really, nothing that stands out at all besides his current location.
“The ball is in your court,” Felix tells me.
“We all know you didn’t throw it there,” Lane says. “You can’t toss a piece of paper in a trash can directly in front of you.”
“Ha. Ha, funny. Sometimes I don’t know if you’re my greatest love or my greatest enemy,” Felix grumbles.
Lane seems quite proud of that.
“Let’s go,” I say. “Just drive by and that’s it.”
“We’re just going to peek in and slip out,” Lane agrees as I see him checking his gun over. Like what part of peeking in and slipping out requires a gun?
Felix pats Lane’s arm. “Lane, just because you can’t see the gun doesn’t mean others can’t,” he whispers.
“Oh, right,” he says as he quickly puts it away.
“We’re all going to get murdered because these two don’t know how to be normal. I’m staying in the car with the pig,” Antonio decides.
“We’re just driving by the place. We’re not even getting out of the car,” I assure him. “I’m not even going to slow down enough for either of you to get out.”
“Good plan,” Antonio says, while Felix and Lane look like this is the worst plan I could have ever come up with.