“It was. He died when she was twelve. Pretty sure that cat is the reason she decided to become a vet.” The cat was sort of creepy to look at, seeing as his eyes were all hazy, but he followed her around like she was the best thing next to cheese.
“It really had two tails?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Weird as fuck, but that cat was loyal as hell to her.”
Indiana nodded slowly. “Well, I guess that isn’t as creepy as I had pictured in my head.”
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Better now that I won’t be having nightmares about demon cats with two tails,” she chuckled.
“Well, that’s good, but I meant with everything.”
She swallowed, and her eyes darted to the side. “Oh, uh, you know. As good as it can be.” She shifted back from the door and pasted a fake smile on her lips. “I think I’m going to head to bed. I was hoping to be able to fall asleep before Pam and Julia stumble in for the night. Along with the story, Greta was pouring some hefty shots of apple pie.”
Yeah, that seemed exactly liked Greta, but I still felt like something was up with Indiana. She was never much of a talker, but I could just feel a shift in her. Something was going on. Something more than a serial killer on the loose.
“Well, let me know if you need anything.”
She nodded and hastily shut the door. “Night, Frost,” she called through the closed door.
“Night,” I mimicked back.
I turned on my heel and headed to my room.
Though I knew I wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight.
I wasn’t going to get any sleep until I knew just what Indiana was hiding.
*
Chapter Three
Indiana
I rested my head against the hard door and sighed.
That could have been my chance to ask Frost for help. I could have been on the way to Florida right now to save Royal. Or at least trying to figure out how to save her.
But I wasn’t.
I didn’t know what the hell to do.
Grit was back in my face, and Royal was possibly in big trouble.
But was she? I was going solely on what Grit told me, and his track record was not good at all. Sure, he said he basically turned over a new leaf, but again, that was just his word, not actual proof..
Jesus.
Damn Grit for being such a shit to me before that I now didn’t trust anything that came out of his mouth.
I flipped around, leaned my back to the door, and scrubbed my hands down my face. How in the hell did I get here?
Two years ago, I left Destin telling myself I was going to change my life. Out from the grip of Grit and all the wrong choices I had made before. Sure, becoming a strippe
r hadn’t been in my plan when I left, but working at Sultry Knights wasn’t a bad gig at all. Sure, I had the occasional creeps who wouldn’t take no for an answer, but that was cleared up pretty damn quickly with the club always being around.
Now I was holed up in the clubhouse because there was some psycho on the loose, and to top it off, Grit was back bringing all the bullshit of Destin with him.