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“Yeah, that wasn’t the way to go,” Jessie mumbled.
“And yeah, that’s why we’re collectively mad at the guys, because between that and Mace et al coming in and confiscating Kev, this isn’t cool,” Luna explained.
I had to agree with that.
“Well, we have no choice. They’re going to trail us. So did you guys find anything at Kev’s place yesterday?” I asked.
Luna shook her head. “Negatory. But then we went to Trev’s place.”
Oh boy, I thought.
“Oh boy,” Willow said.
“What’d you find there?” Shanti asked.
“Well, first, seeing as he was murdered there, we found crime scene tape and a big sticker sealing the door, so even if someone could tear down the crime scene tape, they couldn’t get in without the cops knowing,” Raye shared.
“So you didn’t get in?” Willow asked.
“No, we got in, because Tex is a wild-ass motherfucker,” Luna stated. “He just opened his army knife, slit that bitch, then popped the lock and we went in.”
Although I feared this might be all kinds of illegal, I couldn’t help but giggle.
Tex was such a stitch.
“The place was a wreck,” Raye told us.
“Trev was never all that much of a homemaker,” Willow put in.
“No, Willow,” Raye said. “Tex was right about how easy they took it on Harlow’s digs. His place was torn apart.”
That gave me a little shiver and put me in the confusing position of feeling gratitude to whoever broke into my home that they didn’t do more damage.
“Did you see…?” Willow let that trail but communicated by stretching out her lips.
“Yeah,” Luna said quietly. “A body bleeds a lot when an artery is cut.”
“Like…a lot,’ Raye added.
We all sat with that, and the vibe was not sunshiny goodness.
Jessie snapped us out of it. “Did you find anything else?”
“If there was something to find, whoever was looking for it didn’t find it,” Luna said. “Our guess is, they tried there first, then went to Harlow’s. But even if they didn’t find it, the cops would have. There was fingerprint powder everywhere. They went through it pretty thoroughly.”
“Obviously, this boils down to someone looking for something,” I noted. “We just don’t know what.”
“Well, while on house arrest yesterday, I did some calling around,” Willow told us. “A few of Trev’s exes. A couple of Kev and Trev’s buds.”
“Anything?” Shanti asked.
She shook her head but said, “It won’t shock you to learn, with the exes, Trev was a burn-his-bridges type of guy. None of them had heard from him since they scraped him off, and they weren’t sad about it.”
We all nodded at this intel, completely unshocked.
Willow kept going.
“With the friends, all of them were cagey, probably mostly because I was calling, and they know I’m out of the loop. Only one of them would say Trev was into something hinky, but he didn’t know what it was. Though he did say he wasn’t surprised it came to that. He’d cut ties with both Trev and Kev because, his words, ‘assholes made an art of calling us all to the bar and conveniently forgetting their wallets.’ Something else I’m sure you’re not shocked to learn.”