daughter, Celeste. I mean, she would know, right?”
I stared at her in shock. “Celeste?”
“Yeah. She stopped by here earlier. Bought one of those smokeless cigarettes. I’ll bet her daddy is going to kill her if he finds out she’s smoking.”
“ Celeste was actually in here?” I asked, feeling as if the wind had been knocked out of me. “Today?”
“Yes. Just about an hour ago.”
“What else did she say?”
“Not much. Said her dad was in Vegas.”
“Did Celeste happen to say where she was heading?”
She punched the keys on t he register. “That will be four twenty-eight. No, she didn’t really say, but I’m pretty sure she was going to that club down the road. Club Nightshade. She was certainly dressed for it. I’m sure she has a fake I.D. Wonder how daddy would feel if he knew about that, too?”
He probably got it for her in the first place, I thought. I ignored the question. “Okay. Thanks,” I replied, handing her the money.
“So, you really don’t think Duncan killed his dad?” she prodded.
Just hearing her say that made me want to throw up. I knew she’d spread the rumor to everyone in town before the end of the weekend if I didn’t try and do something about it. “Not at all. Celeste is full of shit,” I replied. “And don’t you dare go telling anyone else that nonsense.”
“ Chill out. I would never do that,” she lied, having the gall to look appalled.
I leaned forward and stared into her hazel eyes, until they dilated. “I mean it,” I replied evenly. “Duncan did not kill Sonny. Sonny is out of town. Do you understand?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, he’s out of town.”
“Who’s out of town?”
“Sonny,” she replied, her voice robotic.
Satisfi ed, I stepped away from her, rushed out of the station, and got back into the car.
“Thanks,” said Nathan as I handed him both cans. He set one down and opened up the other one. “What the hell took you so long?”
I nodded toward the station. “I knew the girl at the counter. She just told me that Celeste was here earlier.”
His eyes widened. “Celeste? I thought Victor took care of her.”
I smiled grimly. “Guess not.”
“I wonder if she escaped or if he actually let her go,” he said, taking a sip of the energy drink.
“I don’t know . Nothing he does is predictable.”
“Maybe Drake knows what’s happening with her.”
“ Yeah, and maybe that’s what he wanted to talk to us about,” I replied, pulling out my phone.
Still no messages …
“I don’t trust that cobber ,” said Nathan, his voice sullen. “And I don’t like the way he watches you. Duncan definitely wouldn’t appreciate it.”
“Don’t worry, I don’ t trust Drake either. Heck, I don’t trust anyone else besides you, Duncan, and mom.”
Nathan rubbed his forehead. “What a long night. Did I tell you I helped a girl get her car out of the snow earli er? Just before the werewolf attacked me.”
“ Lycan. Werewolves are different,” I turned to face him. “No, you didn’t tell me about the girl. Was she okay?”
“I guess so. She drove off. What do you mean that the lycan are different?”
“T hey can change into one of those scary-assed creatures whenever they want. Werewolves have to wait for a full moon.”
“ That’s right. Celeste mentioned that in Vegas,” he replied, smirking. He looked up at the sky. “Since it’s not a full moon, I guess that means he was definitely a lycan.”
“ He’s got to be one of Victor’s buddies. Never had any problems with lycan before he came to town.”
“Just Roamers.”
“At least that we know of.”
“True,” I replied, sending another text to Duncan.
Nathan noticed and sighed. “We need to get to the cabin. If Duncan’s not there, at least Drake will be around. Damn, I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Me neith er,” I replied, turning the key in the ignition. “You sure you don’t want me to drop you off somewhere?”
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