What Happened That Summer

Chapter Twelve

"You?" Darcy repeated, looking at the figure in the alley. "And why? I don't have any information."

Just like her singing voice, Suki Takashi's laughter was smooth and calming. "Yeah, they all say that." She hissed, still rubbing her injured rib.

"Well, I'm telling the truth." Darcy protested, then saw the look on Suki's face. "They all say that too, huh?"

"Yep. Like a broken record." Suki snickered. "I need the information, Quinn. Or there will be consequences."

"Yeah, it would be easier to tell you what I know, if I knew what the hell you were talking about." Darcy crossed her arms definitely, keeping her eyes trained on the gun in Suki's hand.

"You know what I mean." Suki took a graceful step towards her, and Darcy took a step back. "You know, somewhere in that little red head of yours."

"I really don't." Darcy deadpanned, trying not to show the woman any signs of panic. "And I don't like being threatened by someone who ate my food."

Suki gave a shocked, and fake, gasp. "Oh, I ate your pastries, waved at a little boy, and sang a song, you have the right to be mad at me?" She batted her surprisingly thick eyelashes in mockery of Darcy's anger.

"No, I'm more confused and annoyed at being attacked in an alleyway, when you could have just asked me." Darcy responded.

"Ethel Moore."

"See? That was fast, effective, and I still don't know what you want from me." Darcy told her.

"What. Do. You. Know. About. Ethel. Moore?" Suki bit off each word, like it was a curse.

"I don't know anything."

"That's a fucking lie." Suki drawled venomously.

"I know she's dead. That's all."

"Bullshit." Suki responded silkily.

Darcy could run, however, Suki could shoot her. Darcy could do many things, but she couldn't outrun a bullet.

"I have no idea about anything Ethel Moore did, just that it landed her ass in camp, next to mine. She was sweet, kind, friendly and very much not a delinquent." Darcy rambled, slowly slipping her way towards the exit.

A click.

Shit.

"I told you, I don't know anything else about Ethel." Darcy's voice trembled. She tried to speak more steadily, but being held at gunpoint tends to make one's voice shake.

"And I called bullshit, if you remember." Suki drawled, her hand incredibly steady.

It didn't take Darcy's minor in criminal justice to tell that Suki had killed and would kill again. It was just the easy way she went about it, pulling a gun, pointing it, and loading it. Like second nature.

"Maybe if we pool our knowledge, we can figure more out." Darcy stammered out.

"In any other situation, that would make sense. But not in this one." Suki mused.

"And why is that?" Darcy asked.

"Because I said so." Suki growled.

***

Brayden King was a businessman who ran a business empire, making him a business emperor.

It was an interesting turn of events however when his fianceé turned on him, and then left him.

The small voice in Brayden's head he almost never let speak, told him it was a good thing. The bitch deserved it. He was not a man to be made a fool of.