"We are as responsible for Rosalind's death. So, don't you dare back out now. We all have our secrets which is making us feel guilty. Own up to it and help me find who killed her."
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Valerie Hudson and Brianna Sawyer left their small town life and...
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My feet tapped the ground impatiently. Jordan was coming over to pick me and Blake to go to the bar.
The original plan did not include me, but they thought it would be a good idea if I accompanied them. I was the only one to control both of them.
Now that we had the upper hand over the killer, our questioned were framed properly. It was an advantage to our interrogation. Honestly, I though it was very stupid of them to not leave a suicide note. Knowing Rosalind, that should have been the first move.
But it also bothered me that no one else spotted it. The cops swept the entire house and it was weird how no one though about. Or maybe they did think but we weren't informed?
Jordan finally honked, grabbing my attention and Blake's. He came out of my house wearing his leather jacket. I rolled my eyes and sat shotgun.
"If you're going to drive like a grandma, you better inform me first. At least I'll prepare myself accordingly." I said.
"Why are you so salty right now? Did something happen?" Jordan questioned.
"Let me see." I started, pretending to think. "You hid that you belonged to a biker gang. Rosalind's killer decided to be sloppy and you took forever to come here. I guess that should be enough to explain my mood."
"Why are you mad at the killer? Isn't it a nice thing he decided to be sloppy?" Blake intervened.
"Yes. But now I'm curious and these questions won't stop flooding my mind. I hate it when I overthink and jump to conclusions." I hissed.
"Isn't it something normal for you? All the girls I've met usually overthink." Blake commented, earning a death glare from me.
"Oh boy, you do not wanna go there." Jordan smirked.
I decided to stay silent for the rest of the ride, enjoying the humid but pleasant air and the soft music playing from the radio.
Staying silent and observing the nature helped me. It filtered all the bad thoughts and replaced them with good ones.
The car halted and I looked to my left. A small club with a huge parking lot where ample of bikes parked came in my view.
Before I could open my door to step out, Blake beat me to it. I looked at him and he gave me a toothy smile. I thanked and got out of the car.
Jordan walked towards the club very nonchalantly. It didn't surprise me knowing that he was part of the gang and he came here a lot of times.
I walked close to Blake because I got this sick feeling in my gut. Rosalind's life changed here. Blake sensed my tension and grabbed my hand, giving me an assuring tug.
We entered the bar and even if it was 10:00 am in the morning, darkness surrounded the place. Several LED lights and disco balls hung, making the entire room light up. The music did not glare but was loud enough.
