Forgiving Lies
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“See you next time, Melanie!”
She stopped short of the front door and looked at me like I belonged in an asylum. “My name’s— Never mind. Tell Mason I’ll, uh, see him at work.”
I was laughing so hard that I was still crying by the time I made it back to my apartment. Both guys were standing at the window, eating pancakes.
“What’d you do?” Mason asked in awe. “She ran to her car.”
Another giggle burst from my chest as I washed my plate and put it in the dishwasher. “I have no idea. I thought she was so sweet. Guess I smell bad.”
Kash smirked at me and studied my red face and wet eyes.
“Is she coming back?”
“No, Mase, she’s probably not. Sorry, homie, I know you’re really upset about that one. But now that you have a free apartment, I gotta ask you to leave me and Kash to mine.”
He put his plate down on the counter and picked me up in a big bear hug. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
“Oh, full stomach. I’m gonna throw up all over you.”
Setting me down quickly, he kissed the top of my head and slapped Kash’s back as he rushed out of the apartment. Kash walked over to me and helped me clean up our breakfast-for-dinner mess, and after a few minutes of silence, he finally turned and asked, “So what really happened over there?”
Kash
WE’D JUST FINISHED a two-hour-long meeting of going around and around and coming up with absolutely nothing on the Carnation Murders or James Camden and were now in a private meeting with Detective Ryder. Everyone was getting discouraged with this case. For a while, Camden had been slipping up more and more, and then with the doubled meal receipts we’d been sure something was about to happen soon. Then when classes had started again at the colleges around Austin this last week, we’d all been working around the clock trying to find anything on him and even brought in more officers, sure that he’d do something drastic. But he’d been completely invisible for weeks now.
But along with the discouragement . . . I knew there were a few of us who were more scared now that he was quiet.
“I think he either, one, knows we’re onto him, or two, has found his next victim and is doing whatever he does before he takes her. I just think it’s weird that throughout the last school year, he would pop up every now and then, and then over the summer, when school was out, he popped up like mad . . . and now school is back in session and he’s a ghost.” Ryder nodded and I continued. “Something about that just seems wrong. Like he was getting himself ready for this? I don’t know.”
“No, you’re onto something. Why would he disappear right before school starts up when he lives in a college city?” Ryder rolled up some papers in his hand and hit his other palm with them furiously. “Nights you aren’t working, I need you looking for him at other places with me. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” Mason and I confirmed it, shook hands with him, and left his office.
Mason waited until we were in my truck before asking, “Are you going to be able to swing that without Rachel noticing?”
“Yeah, she had to cut back on hours anyway because of classes and she’ll have a lot of homework. I’ll just say they need me more, more business with the students being back and all.”
“Kash, I know you think you’re still protecting her, but I really think it’s time you told her everything.”
“We’re not going over this again, Mase. Have you told your family where we are?” He didn’t answer, and I knew he hadn’t. “Then I’m not telling Rachel anything until this is all over.”
“You asked her to marry you. That’s a big f**king deal. And you swore you would tell her soon!”
“And I will.”
He snorted. “When, Kash? At the altar? Wait until she says I do and then say everything really quick before you do the same?”
“Screw you. You know I’d never do that to her.”
“Well you shouldn’t be doing this to her, it’s not fair to her.”
“I get that, Mase! I f**king get that! I’m sorry you don’t agree or approve of my situation, but it’s not like I sat there and decided to hurt her by moving our relationship to this next step by asking her. I literally couldn’t think about anything but asking her to marry me. I should have waited, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Okay?”
“No. It’s not. You need to tell her.”
I ran a hand over my face and kept it over my mouth as I shook my head. I wanted to. I just wanted to keep her safe more.
Rachel
WALKING INTO THE gym, I stopped short and took a step back when I saw Candice and Blake talking right around the corner. It never got easier seeing him. I’d seen him almost every day for the last two weeks, and though he hadn’t once spoken to me, there were always the notes . . .
A shiver climbed its way up my spine and I clutched at my bag to help with the shaking that always came when I saw or thought about Blake. When I began receiving awkward looks for just standing there, I acted like I was checking my phone as I focused on what Candice and Blake were saying. My mouth popped open when Candice confirmed with Blake that he was going to come back with us for Thanksgiving.
“Yeah, there’s no reason to waste money on a plane ticket if you’re driving. So I’ll just go with you and Rachel.”
“Okay, I’ll let my mom know you’re coming with. I told her I didn’t know if we were coming back or not, but Rachel and I really want to see them.”