Slater
I watched as the empty coffee cup hit the inside of the trash can with a dull thunk.
The noise was nothing compared to the thumping bass pulsing from the Red Rouge club's thick glass walls. I exhaled slowly, sighing for the hundredth time that night as I adjusted myself against the rear of Trish Canary's car.
It was well past midnight, and Trish still hadn't come out.
I was tired physically, mentally and emotionally, but this was important too. I'd returned the pills just like Jex had advised, slipping them back into the hollow book in the book section I'd taken it from.
I was still waiting to hear back from the lab about what kind of substances those pills contained. So, while that was still pending, I needed answers.
Now that I knew that my sister Riley was still alive, I desperately needed to understand why she had to go into hiding after escaping. There was no way Riley would cut herself off entirely from her family without a compelling reason.
