I stared at her. “Ew, no. I’m not telling you that. I’m almost twenty-one years old, not sixteen. I am not telling you how big his dick is.”
Savannah’s head dropped into her hands. “Why would you think I wanted to know that?”
“Oh.” I opened my laptop. “Miscommunication. My bad. So last night, Dustin and I think she was holding back.”
Savannah rolled her eyes. “You too?” She shook her head. “Dante’s the same, I say you’re wrong.”
“Why?”
Savannah sat back in her seat. “That girl was open, charming, and completely genuine. You saw her. She had no shade for anyone in that room, even though Dante and her boyfriend both looked ready to throw down and kick the shit out of each other.”
“Yeah.” I nodded in agreement. “They’re not fans of each other. Why?”
Savannah shrugged. “No idea. Dante just says he doesn’t like him.”
“Who’d win?” I thought about it. “My money’s on him. He looked like he could fight.”
Savannah slapped my arm. “Dante would win. Obviously.”
I arched a brow. “I wouldn’t put money on it, Savannah. I don’t think hot and fiery are in Dante’s DNA. That guy? NowhimI could see punching someone just because his day was going badly.”
“You know, you can call me Savvy if you want,” she said instead of advocating for the level of violence her boyfriend was capable of.
“I can call you Savvy?” I didn’t hide the pleased smile. “Um, okay, I will.”
She looked happy, leaning forward to see my screen. “So, where do you want to start?”
“With Tiffany. What do you know about Tennessee? How did you know that’s where he came from?”
Savannah tapped her pen on her notebook. “Because it’s where Tiffany’s from too.”
My eyes were wide as I turned to her. “Are you freaking serious? They know each other?”
Neither of us said anything for a moment.
“If they were from the same town, they didn’t just know each other, they could have grown up together. Mason Sterling wasn’t a random target. He was probably someone Tiffany knew.” I looked at Savvy. “And whoever buried this, they’d have known that. Right?”
Savannah looked perplexed. “I don’t know, but they’re both from the same town, they both drop out or get removed or something, and there’s no record of his death.” She saw my look. “C’mon, Hadley, like you didn’t look.”
I hadn’t. Why hadn’t I checked?
“I didn’t check obituaries. When did you?”
“Last night on the car ride home.” She gave me a sly look. “Of course,Iwasn’t up to no good inmyfront seat.”
“It was definitely better than good,” I mumbled. “I thought you were driving?”
“Dante took over.”
Of course he did. I didn’t comment.
The two of us looked at her screen. Then at each other.
“Road trip this Saturday?” I asked her.
“They have a full day of training on Saturday,” Savannah said. “We can’t miss it.”
Shecouldn’t . . . I could.