Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 90: Dane

Sunday, 6:35 A.M. EST

This is a fucking mess. 

I didn’t intend to get so messy with Haines, but the bastard wanted to keep lying to my face telling me he didn’t call an ambulance for Jena after I explicitly warned him not to. 

I knew I should have come prepared with a recording of the call itself, but I never got around to looking into it because Jena needed such a close eye while I weened her off of the drugs she’d been stealing. 

So instead, I just beat the truth out of him. 

He spent his last breath finally admitting to me what he’d done. And then I fucking shot him. 

Now I sit here, covered in and surrounded by this guy’s blood and brains and having to put my call with Sloth, the clean-up guy, on hold because Evelyn is incessantly fucking calling on the other line. 

This better be fucking good. 

“What, Ev? What!” I snap into the phone as soon as I hear that it’s connected to her. 

She clears her throat on the other end before responding. “Uhm- Dane?” she stammers. “I... don’t know if our deal still stands, but if you promise me an 8-Ball… I think I have some information you’d find... useful...”

This bitch is really calling me right now to try to coax drugs out of me by claiming that she has information? After I told her I was on a fucking kill run? 

“This better be good fucking information,” growl into the phone, kicking the lump left of Haines out of the doorway as I make my way into his kitchen. “You know I’m fucking busy Evelyn; So let’s hear it.”

Evelyn is silent for a few moments before her voice comes through the phone again, both uncertain and a little reluctant as she does. I grab myself a beer from his fridge while I wait. 

“Can I get an 8-Ball for it?” she asks, quickly following up as if to plead her case. “It’s about... Jena and Rob. You remember the deal you made with me at the cabin? You said if I told you-“

I don’t have to hear anymore to know the information is definitely something I want to get my hands on. But Evelyn is not going to sit there and think she’s going to manipulate me into giving her drugs for me to get it. Thats just not how this works. 

“Tell me what the fuck is going on, Ev-“ I say, pausing to gulp the beer. “-and I won’t kick your teeth through your skull. How about that?”

She sighs on the other end, but gives in easily. “Ugh, fine…” she says, quickly moving past it. “So I went to the new apartment to check on Jena, right? And she wasn't there. I obviously had to let Rob know before I called you so we could start looking for her! But I was heading to his place, and well… I think I saw Jena going into his apartment...”

My blood is boiling through my veins the moment I hear that Jena left the apartment, but I’m nearing combustion by the time she finishes.

Evelyn rambles on for a few moments about how she feels a lot better about this information than the information she’d given me before when we had a dud bust. 

I don’t fucking need the convincing though. 

Jena knows there aren’t fucking cameras in that new apartment; I’m sure she jumped on the opportunity to sneak the fuck out. But to see Rob? Is she really that fucking stupid? What other reason would she have to go see him other than to fuck him?

Oh, I get it now! 

They fucking got me last time! Those fucking asshole got me!  

It wasn’t odd to fucking walk in on them last time because I’m the one that arranged the fucking errand! "Oh I just didn’t want to help him restock!” she fucking told me. 

What a crock of shit! 

What fucking now? Why are they alone together now? Because I damned sure didn’t fucking arrange it! As a matter of goddamned fact, I demanded against it! 

“Do they know you called me?” I ask, proceeding to chug the rest of the beer, trying to calm my body, which is physically shaking with anger. 

Evelyn tells me that they don’t before going off about a dozen more things I don’t give a fuck about right now. 

I interrupt her. “Evelyn, you fucking call me if she leaves his place,” I say into my phone between gritted teeth. “I’m on my way home. I’ll give you a whole goddamned ounce if I catch what I need to.”

She starts to say something, but I hang up my phone and immediately light a cigarette. 

Sloth is calling almost as soon as I hang up with Ev, but this whole Haines situation is suddenly way more than I care to handle. I let him know where the cleanup is needed- he better just hope he gets it done. 

As for me? 

Well… whatever I walk in on once I get home will determine what I’ll be doing. 

I may need Sloth for another cleanup before the day is even fucking over.