"Yeah, thanks for rescuing us," I said, inching over toward her and swiping my lips over hers.
Woody grunted something before stepping past all of us and heading down the stairs.
"He has a hard time showing his gratitude." I glared at his back. Did he have to be such a prick? It was no secret he also had feelings for Sable. At some point would he stop with the whole denial thing? It was going to get old pretty fast if he didn't. I didn't want to regretnotpushing him off the building. Or leaving him out of group activities altogether.
Sable, Forrest, and I were perfectly capable of killing without his help. Of course, it was easierwithhis help, but unless he got an attitude adjustment, I was going to stab him myself. If Sable didn't do it first.
"I figured that about him," Sable said, also glaring at Woody's back. She shrugged and made sure we both got through the door before closing it behind us. "I'm guessing you didn't find anything."
"Nothing," Forrest said regretfully.
I gave him a look behind her back, asking if he was going to tell her about the phone call.
He responded with a minute shake of his head.
I didn't want to keep secrets from her, but if he wasn't going to tell her, no doubt there was a reason. It better be a good reason, like he didn't want to worry her. Or because it was almost five o'clock in the morning. If we got into it now, no one would get any sleep.
I stifled a yawn with my fist. I might not get any sleep as it was. I had a couple of meetings in a few hours. I'd try to catch a nap after that. Like I told Sable at our picnic, the beauty of working for myself was deciding when and where I worked, and when I took a nap instead.
Forrest, on the other hand, would have to be at work in a couple of hours. I hated to be on the receiving end of his tired judgement. He wouldn't be lenient towards any criminals today. Not that he ever was anyway. The people that went through his courtroom tended to be the worst of the worst. People who deserved the proverbial book thrown at them.
People like me, if I'm honest. Woody too. Actually, Woody inparticular. I took the time to be nice to people once in a while. Besides, I donated a ton of money to the animal shelter. That made up for it, right?
Kill a bad guy, save a puppy. The perfect balance.
We took the elevator back down to Savannah's floor, giving our weary legs a rest for a while.
"I want to check on her before we leave," Sable said. She stopped in front of Savannah's apartment.
"Did you leave the door open?" Forrest asked.
"No," Sable whispered. "Savannah closed it behind me."
You know that feeling when you're sure something bad has happened, or was about to happen? Yeah, that one. I had it right now. Impending 'oh shit.' Maybe future 'fuck this.' Nothing good ever followed.
It might have been the few drops of blood on the floor near the door.
"Savannah!" Sable called out.
She got no answer.
Before we could stop her, Sable trotted into the apartment, looking around frantically. Checking the bathroom. The bedroom. Even under the bed.
She came back out of the bedroom, her face as white as a sheet like you'd get in a hotel before they were covered in cum stains.
"She's not here."
CHAPTER 4
SABLE
"Someone is fucking with us," Leif said.
Woody muttered something in response.
I barely registered their words, spoken in voices that sounded hollow, like we were inside a tunnel.
The couch dipped as one of them sat down next to me. His thigh didn't quite touch mine.