What Happened That Summer

Chapter Fourteen

"So, you made a huge accusation based on the word of a clearly sleep-deprived woman?" Suki drawled into the earpiece of her burn phone. Ares had called her using Darcy's phone, and the woman wasn't happy it was him who had called.

"When I get told that I may be the prime suspect, I would get worried. But Kyana is an incredibly intelligent woman." Ares hissed at the gangster.

"Why should I care if you're the suspect? For all I know, it could be you." Suki questioned the dark-haired man.

"Because then they would shut down the whole operation and you would never find the killer." Darcy interrupted.

Suki sighed. "Fine. But have you considered the possibility, it could be him?"

"We're all going to the hotel room to find out what the hell Kyana is talking about in five." Darcy reported. She whispered the hotel number to the mob boss.

"I'll bring back up." Suki sighed. "The Hounds are on it." Then she hung up.

"Darcy! Honey! What's going on?" The shrill voice of Flo cut through the tension of the situation. "I want to know!" The woman half demanded.

"Can we please just leave her here? Her voice is so grating." Ares muttered under his breath to Darcy. The redhead couldn't disagree with him.

"Yes, Flo, but I need to go visit a friend," Darcy called into the other room.

"Oh. Well, I'll be around the city, then." Flo sounded upset, but marginally so.

"Good." Darcy muttered under her breath. "You should walk around Central Park if you want to." she suggested.

"As long as there are attractive men there, I'm good, hun." Darcy could practically hear Flo's wink. Ares winced in response to the comment.

"Yep, I am so gone." He groaned. Darcy made an agreeing sound as she grabbed her pocketbook.

"I'm going with you."

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"The fracture marks are varied in brutality and strength." Kyana ranted, her long blonde hair everywhere and gesturing with a juice box of orange-mango hinted water.

"It's really hard not to laugh right now," Suki commented, her index finger on her lips.

"I don't care." Kyana shot back. "Does she have to be here?"

"Yes. Suki has a connection to the Gehenna, a connection we need." Darcy replied.

"I think you mean I lead it," Suki said.

"Yes. That." Darcy revised sourly.

"I talked to my boys over there, and they said that it most likely wasn't a man."

"Because of the varied weight of the fractures!"

"No, because all the boys have airtight alibis."

"Shouldn't we just leave this to the police?" Mariella questioned.

"The police, in my experience, can't do anything right." Suki drawled. "I mean, they couldn't even figure out that she was dead for eight years."

Darcy had to agree with the curvy mobster, she was right.

"Do you have any connections to other gangs?" Kace asked. Suki raised an eyebrow. "I'm just thinking, that the killer could be a hitman from a different gang." He quickly defended.

"I don't think so." Darcy replied. She steeled herself. "The night Ethel died. I was forced to watch something that was, well personal."

"A personal killing would make sense. Do you remember what she said?" Suki questioned.