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“Ollie good or Ollie bad?”
“I don’t know yet,” I admit. I guess this is better than trying to track him down on campus and getting him to talk. “Let’s do it.”
Oliver’s gaze sparkles and surprise ricochets through me. I didn’t know kidnapping and interrogating was on a to-do list for him. Honestly, it sounds more like Leo’s line of work, but…hey, whatever works.
Oliver moves forward and unties the blindfold first. When Keegan sees me, his eyes widen, and he starts talking faster. We still can’t understand a word he’s saying, so Oliver quickly unties the gag, letting it slip to the floor. I have to roll my eyes when I notice it’s a fancy dinner napkin. He obviously hadn’t thought this through, and I can only imagine the servant’s reaction when he asked them to grab the fancy napkins when he dragged Keegan’s ass in here.
The first thing Keegan says is, “You’re a fucking psycho,” while staring right at Oliver.
Oliver looks pleased with himself, standing back and folding his arms over his chest.
“Get me out of here, Eden,” Keegan demands.
“Not so fast,” I tell him.
“You’re in on this?”
“Well, not until recently, but since you being here is kind of a gift to me, I have some things to ask you.”
Keegan struggles against the duct tape holding him to the chair. Oliver leans down. “Don’t worry. He won’t be getting out of those.”
“What do you want?” Keegan growls.
Oliver slips the note we found in Dee’s box out of his pocket and holds it in front of Keegan so he can see it. “Do you know anything about this?”
Keegan’s face falls. “Whatever you guys are doing, don’t.”
“So, that’s a yes,” I growl. “What is this, Keegan? I deserve to know.”
He grinds his teeth together, looking away. “You should go back to the West Coast. You should stay as far away from here as possible.”
I almost laugh. “I don’t trust you. You barely liked Dee, so forgive me if I don’t heed your advice.”
“Didn’t like Dee?” he roars. “I loved her.”
The laugh that catches in my throat sounds like a drowning cat. “Please,” I scoff. “I saw you with her during break. Remember?”
“A lot changed after that. A lot,” he says, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “I loved Dee, which is why I’m telling you to leave.”
Not likely, though he’s doing a good job of trying to sell it to me. “Tell me what I need to know, and I’ll think about it.”
“Ask your dad,” he grouses. “He knows what it is.”
His words are like a slap in the face. I take a step back to steady myself, then read the note on the card again, my stomach clenching.Trust me, I’ve memorized every part of your body, Delilah Astor. I’m ready.
“Did you write this?” I ask, hand shaking.
“Me? No,” he spits. He closes his eyes and shakes his head like the last thing he wants to do is tell me what this is. But when he opens his eyes, he looks resigned. “Listen, your sister got this fucked up bouquet delivered to her. Flowers were wrapped in one of those stupid gossip magazines, and it was a picture of your sister on your father’s yacht…in her bikini.”
Memorized every part of your body…
Well, that’s disgusting.
“That note was in the bouquet along with a used condom,” he relates darkly. “Your sister called me first. She trusted me, and so should you—”
“Who sent it?” I snarl.
Keegan sighs. “We never found out. We called your father to look into it, but there wasn’t anything to go on. The DNA in the condom didn’t match anyone in the system. We figured she had some psycho stalker.”