Kill Switch (Devil's Night 3)

How did this happen? Where was the phone?

Jesus, my hands were shaking.

Will always handled the phone on Devil’s Night. If we were all in on a prank, he filmed it. I gave it back to him after we got into the village last night to go to Sticks.

But it wasn’t in his pockets last night when I searched for the keys. Where was his sweatshirt?

And then everything fucking hit me like a truck.

Rika.

The tear in the sleeve I saw when I held her wrists last night. That wasn’t her shirt. She’d grabbed the wrong one when she left the war

ehouse. She’d been wearing Will’s hoodie.

I shot up, forcing Winter off me as I sat up.

“Fucking Rika.” I rubbed my eyes, wrapping my head around the shitstorm about to ensue. “Motherfucker.”

“Rika Fane?” Winter questioned. “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t think.

Looks like she’d responded to what happened last night. To what she thought Will and I were in on and Kai was a part of, not knowing it was Trevor Crist instead.

God, I was so stupid. I was afraid she’d hate me and never forgive me, but she found the fucking phone in the pocket and dealt with us for good by uploading those goddamn videos. I’d underestimated her.

It was one thing to get caught with Winter by her father. But no one survived the jury of public opinion. Our mistakes—reprehensible to those on the outside who didn’t understand—were laid bare to everyone who had an opinion, and there would be no choice. We’d have to be held accountable.

I quickly texted the guys.

We’re so fucked!

And then I added, letting them know:

Rika has the phone! She had Will’s sweatshirt last night!

As far as I saw, Michael wasn’t in any of the videos. Of course. She wouldn’t do anything to hurt her little crush.

I stood up, pulling on my jeans.

“Get dressed,” I told Winter. “We gotta get out of here.”

But she just knelt on the bed, facing me. “What’s wrong?”

“Now,” I ordered, sticking my phone in my back pocket and looking for my shirt.

But she didn’t move. “You’re scaring me,” she said.

“So what else is new?”

I gathered up my shit, making sure I had Michael’s keys, but when I looked at her again, she still wasn’t budging.

“I said get dressed. Let’s go.”

Her head turned toward her phone, hearing notifications go off for her, as well. One after the other.

She dropped her voice, demanding, “What’s happening?”