Page 58 of Twisted Truths

“Jesus,” I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck with a frown. “Does he have any connection to the Sunfire Circle?” I’m desperately trying to put all the pieces together in my head.

“I don’t know.” Sadie sighs and looks over at Rowan againbefore bringing her attention back to me. “But I know about the print—so does Rowan. He said he saw Snake at the clubhouse the night of the murders. Look, whatever his actual involvement is, just be careful, okay?”

“Sure,” I mumble, but I’m only half paying attention as she walks over to Rowan and climbs onto the back of his bike.

Anthony Robinson—Snake—had something to do with the murder weapon. His partial print was found on it. So the question is, how was he involved in the murders? Did he just provide the weapon to the person responsible? Is he involved with the Sunfire Circle somehow? Either way, he knows something.

I pull the keys to the farm from my pocket, the ones Shane gave me earlier, and stare at them. The police have cleared the crime scene, coming up empty, but what if they weren’t searching for the right thing? What if the answers are still out there, waiting to be found?

My stomach knots.

They’re gone.

I’m still here.

And somewhere in the tangled mess of loss, rage, and confusion … isher.

Hadley.

I don’t know what to do with my feelings for her.

But I can’t figure it out here. Levi wouldn’t understand my involvement with someone from the Circle.

Hell, I don’t even understand it.

As much as it’s going to hurt, I know, deep down, that in order to find the answers I’m searching for, I have to go home. Back to the farm.

Back to where it all happened.

After everyone’s gone,Paige puts Sawyer to bed, and Levi finds me in his spare room, packing my bags.

“Where are you going?” he asks from his position in the doorway.

I hold up the keys to the farm. “Shane gave these to me today. I need to sort some stuff out at the farm before I head back to the States.”

Surprise flickers across his face. “You’re going back?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Contracts are signed, and the Shamrocks are waiting for me to join them for preseason.”

He stares at me. “Does this mean you’re giving up on Zara?”

“Why?” I fling back at him. “Seems to me like you already have.”

Levi grimaces. “You know that’s not true. Fuck, Nash. It’s not what I meant. I’m just … it’s been an emotional couple of weeks, and I’m exhausted.”

“You and me both,” I mutter, tossing a couple of shirts into my bag.

“So, what’s the plan?” he presses. “Are you going to stay out at the farm? You don’t have to do that. You can stay here.”

“I appreciate everything you and Paige have done for me, but I need the closure. The farm was my home, and I’ve got to do this myself. For them.”

“And Zara?”

I shrug, zipping up my bag. “Maybe I’ll find something when I’m packing up her stuff. Maybe I won’t. Who knows?”

Levi sighs. “This is dangerous. What are you going to do if you find something?”

“Tell Shane.” I swing my overnight bag over my shoulder and grip the handle of my suitcase.