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“Want me to drive?” Zack opened the passenger door.
“Sure.” Naya ducked down into the car. She couldn’t concentrate right now, and the last thing they needed was another car accident to add to the nightmare of events.
Zack put his hands on the steering wheel but didn’t start the car. “Before you call Ingram, there’s something else you should know.”
Naya narrowed her eyes. “What?”
“I think Will was seeing someone else.” He clenched his lips.
Bile rose in Naya’s throat. That was a bold claim to make. One she didn’t want to entertain because it was all too familiar. “What makes you say that?”
Zack pulled out his phone and handed it to her. “His phone was on the counter, and a text came in when you were outside. I glanced at the screen, and this is what was on it.”
Naya scanned the image of Will’s phone screen, and heat rose in her face.
Looking forward to having you all to myself tomorrow night. Love you lots, babe.
It wasn’t the heart and winky face emojis that did her in but the name of who’d sent the message.
Naya shoved open the passenger door and hurled. When she was certain she wouldn’t be sick again, she slid back into the seat and grabbed a napkin from the glovebox.
“I’m so sorry.” Zack’s face contorted in pain.
The rain that slid down the windshield was a mirror image of the tears that streamed down Naya’s face. “He was seeing…” She hiccupped. “He was with Sylvia.”
Zack grimaced. “It seems like that.”
“Do you think she was the one who locked Ingram in the office?” Naya’s mind swirled with thoughts.
Zack shifted in his seat to face her better. “Officers will need to comb the cameras to determine the cause of the forklift collision and who might’ve trapped Ingram. But would it really be helpful for her to know that?”
He was right. Although it would serve a purpose in finding out what had gone down and maybe provide insight into why cell service and Will’s office phone had been disconnected, it wouldn’t do Ingram any good.
But it didn’t mean the investigation could stop on Naya’s end. For her friend’s sake, Naya had to find out who’d killed Will—and the information that had led to his untimely downfall.
“We need to find Will’s killer.” Naya clicked in her seatbelt.
“Nay.” Zack’s voice lowered a notch. “We can’t play this game anymore. He’s dead, and there’s no telling who might be next.”
“I thought we agreed to be a team on this,” Naya cried. “Don’t you want justice?”
“Absolutely, but the police have it now. We need to let them do their job.”
“So now’s when you’re going to dip out?” Naya laughed and shook her head. “My friend’s boyfriend is dead, and he could have been mixed up in everything. We’re so close to finding the truth.”
“That’s not fair, Nay. I care about you.” He sucked in a breath. “Now that you’re back in my life, I don’t want to lose you again. That’s exactly what will happen if you get killed.”
Naya swallowed. He had a good point. He was looking out for her. But, “What if someone else gets hurt because the truth isn’t exposed? I don’t think I could live with that guilt.”
“That’s not a burden you’re meant to carry.” Zack’s brow furrowed. “Sometimes the best choice is to take a step back.”
“When people take a step back, it means they’re not going to stick around when the going gets tough. If it’s not convenient for them or they don’t get what they want, they just up and leave.” Naya swatted at the tears, her eyes burning.
They were probably bloodshot at this point, but she didn’t care.
Naya said, “My dad didn’t want me, so he left me. I could never meet Tucker’s expectations, so he turned to love elsewhere. And you…” Naya sucked in a lungful of air.
Zack hadn’t moved a muscle. Just sat there, listening.