I had to think.
Blaise was strong in his opinion of this Harper. I looked after him, frowning, and he glanced back over his shoulder. He paused, half-turned to me, and stared right back. He stared hard.
He was trying to send me a message without the words.
Blaise wanted us to go after this guy. That hadn’t been on the agenda, but maybe it should be? Tabatha cheated on Jordan, not that guy. Still, okay then.
My brother didn’t form opinions lightly about people. He didn’t like most people, but he didn’t have this strong of a reaction unless there was a good reason. I grimaced, remembering the last time I got enlightened as to why Blaise had some full-out hatred of the guy who raised him.
I pulled out my phone and typed a text.
Me: Something is going on. You need to talk to Tabatha about the guy she cheated on Jordan with.
Bren: Why?
Me: I’ll tell you later. Need to loop Zellman in 2.
Bren: Okay.
Me: How’s your day?
Bren: I’ll fill you in on that later.
Me: K. Love you.
Bren: Love you.
And then, I went to psychology. When I got inside, Blaise went left. I went right.
Seemed fitting.
FROM: Tazsters
TO: Cross
SUBJECT: CALL ME LOSER
I love you. Race says hi too.
The Best Twin
BREN
We rounded up six bail jumps that day.
I asked Gramps if that was a normal day, and it wasn’t.
“Nah, nah. We have to meet our quota, so this was round-up day.”
I had no clue what any of that meant, but I guess it was round-up day.
“Yo, girl.”
I paused, heading out for my truck. My phone was in hand and I was about to shoot Cross a text. Glancing back, Hawk was heading out of the Coug r Lanes behind me, her sunglasses in hand and her purse’s strap across her body. She was still in our black uniform, but her vest was off. So were the rest of her weapons.
“Are you heading to do what you asked for help with before?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
She stopped in front of me, staring. There was a lot of staring with this group. Then, her lips pursed together, she seemed to come to a decision. “I’ll help.”
“Yeah?” I raised my eyebrows.
One nod from her. “But I drive, and you will tell me what Brock said to you today because I know he did. It’s why he wanted you in the vehicle with him.”
I needed someone with me. Tabatha would be on another level, one I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with, because unlike last night when I had been eager to ‘handle’ her, I wasn’t anymore. I was tired. Not being involved at all in the action from today, but watching each step of the process had taken a toll.
I shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”
She pointed to a black Jeep behind me, and we both got inside.
“You mind if the top is down?”
“That’s fine.”
It was one of the Jeeps where the sides and top could either be up or lowered down. I had to admit that it was nice to be driving with the breeze after sitting inside a vehicle all day, and after a couple stoplights, after I pulled up the address for Tabatha’s house and got the GPS ready to go, she asked, “So. Fill me in. What’d he say to you?”
I didn’t want to ask why she wanted to know. That was politics I didn’t want to deal with, so I filled her in.
I waited a full thirty seconds for her to respond.
When she didn’t say anything, neither did I.
It wasn’t until we pulled up outside of Tabatha’s sorority house before she spoke again. She turned the engine off. “If he asks you again about the Red Demons, let me know.” He already did, but I frowned. “There something I need to know?”
She shook her head. “No, but I have to ask you this question, and it’s for your safety. Okay? I want you to know that.”
My gut tightened. “What is it?”
“Do you know anything about the Red Demons?”
My gut tightened even more. “No.” I was getting pissed that I was getting questioned about them in the same day, much less at all. “I know nothing about them.”
“Okay.” She blew out a breath, nodding. “Good. Just keep it like that and you’ll be fine.”
That wasn’t totally true, but it wasn’t anyone else’s business.
Her gaze trailed past me, and she cursed under her breath. “Jesus. You weren’t kidding about the sorority house.”
I grinned. “Why did you think I needed backup? Not for my safety, for my mental health. These girls make me want to go apeshit.”
“I’m thinking I should’ve kept my Taser on me.”
I paused. “Is it here?”
She motioned to the back. “In my bag.”
That didn’t even need consideration. “Grab it.” And then I added for good measure, “Wear your badge, too.”
Hawk was grinning as she clipped it in place, following me up to the house. A burst of warmth hit me in the chest, and I didn’t know how to handle that feeling, so I tried to roll my eyes. I couldn’t. Instead, I grinned back as I knocked on the door.