I sobered up and pushed her to the side. “Stay here until I say.” I looked back at Frost who was at the bottom of the stairs. “Head around the back.”
Luna tried to move around me, but I blocked her from the door. “Let me in, Hero. You really think Bunny wants you barging into her place?”
Pie wrapped his arm around her and held her in place. “Can you just fucking listen for once in your life, Luna?” he growled.
She stopped struggling but glared at him.
I stepped into the trailer. It was eerily quiet. Something wasn’t right. “Bunny,” I called. The floor creaked as I walked, and I put my hand on the grip of my gun. I called her name again but there was no answer.
“The power has been cut,” Frost called from the outside. “The fucking electric box is ripped from the ground and all of the wires ripped of
f.”
Not good.
I walked through the living room where nothing looked out of place. Frost stood at the sliding glass door as I moved into the kitchen. He slid it open and stepped inside. “I can tell you right fucking now, some shit is up.” Frost pulled his gun from the waist of his jeans.
I had to agree. “Everything looks normal, though.”
Frost and I continued to make our way to the back of the trailer. There were three closed doors. The first one we opened was the bathroom, and there was nothing in there. The second one had a desk and a treadmill in the corner. Again, nothing looked out of place.
We stood in front of the last closed door.
“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Frost muttered.
I didn’t either. Everything seemed in place, but the closer we had gotten to this door, a sense of dread filled the pit of my stomach.
I twisted the handle and pushed open the door.
The smell of death wafted over us, and we both covered our noses. “Fucking shit,” Frost muttered.
A naked woman sprawled across the bed, covered in blood. Her eyes were open wide, and it looked like her jaw had been almost ripped off her face. One of her legs was bent backward and awkwardly tucked underneath her.
“She’s dead, man.”
“Ya think?” I grunted.
Frost made a step into the room.
I grabbed him by the shoulder. “Stop, brother. Ain’t nothing we can fucking do to help her, and we aren’t the cops.” The last thing we needed to do was fuck up the crime scene. We were probably already in some deep shit for coming into the trailer.
We backtracked out of the trailer and closed the front door behind us.
“She’s not in there?” Luna asked. She was standing at the bottom of the stairs with Pie still holding one of her arms.
Frost glanced at me.
We walked down the rickety steps and stood in front of them to block Luna from going in.
“What the fuck is going on?” Luna screeched.
“Make the call,” I told Frost.
Frost pulled out his phone from his pocket and wandered over to the bikes.
“Hero!” Luna yelled. She pulled out of Pie’s grasp and catapulted herself into my chest. “What the hell is going on?” she demanded again.
I grabbed her by both arms and held her tight. “It’s not good, Goober.” I hadn’t called Luna her childhood nickname in fucking years.