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said, frustrated. "You and Hot Secretary are his alibi."
"Her name is Cara," Blake said, his eyes flashing with fury. "Right. Sorry. Well, maybe you and Cara can do the right thing here," Dash said. "The right thing? What are you, still living in black and white?" Blake said, pacing away. "If I go to the police, then everyone's gonna find out about me and Cara. She'll be fired, her husband will divorce her, and it'll be yet another scandal for Easton. As far as I'm concerned those are three very good reasons to keep my mouth firmly shut."
"No," I heard myself say. "What?" Blake truly looked at me for the first time. My knees felt like they weren't even there anymore, but somehow I pushed myself away from the wall.
"You have to tell," I said. "You have to. Josh's life is on the line here. I think that trumps your need to protect your mistress." "Reed," Dash said. "No. I'm right, aren't I? I mean, Josh could go to jail for the rest of his life and you're worried about your precious Cara's husband finding out that she's cheating? Well, news flash! She is cheating! Maybe she deserves to get a divorce!" "That's it. I'm outta here," Blake said, gunning for the door. "Don't you even want to know who really killed your own brother?" I blurted. My fingers curled into fists. Blake paused. For a moment I thought I'd actually gotten through to him. Then he laughed.
He tipped his head back and laughed. Loudly. Openly. Evilly. "This is unbelievable!" he said. "Thomas is dead and he's still fucking up my life!"
Cannonball, this is my gut. Gut, meet the cannonball. "What?" Dash blurted, his face contorted with disgust. "Oh, come on, Dash, don't be so naive! You know what life was like with Thomas around," Blake ranted, spittle appearing at the corners of his lips. "Him disappearing for days at a time. My parents getting woken up in the middle of the night by phone calls from some random police station in Miami or Vegas or freakin' Columbus, Ohio?
Him showing up for events late, trashed out of his mind, making scenes, embarrassing my parents, embarrassing me!" He pounded his chest with both hands. I could feel the pain coming off of him in waves, the pent-up rage just bursting to come out. I knew what it felt like. Thomas had known what it felt like. Damn if the Pearsons didn't raise two very angry kids. "Thomas was a pointless waste of existence, and all he did was screw up the lives of everyone around him."
Blake paced around the small couch and sat down on the edge of it. Dash didn't move, but I could see his chest rising and falling, like he was trying to contain something huge. I hoped that meditation thing was as good as he believed it to be. "Take this situation, for example," Blake continued, once he'd caught his breath. "Cara has refused to speak to me ever since the night of Josh's arrest. She's the love of my life and she won't even take a call from me. When I got that e-mail I thought..." He trailed off and my heart broke for him. Just a touch. He clearly loved Ms. Lewis-Hanneman, as strange as that seemed to me.
It was obvious by the torment in his eyes. And all we'd done here was give him false hope.
"Thomas is dead, and still he managed to fuck up the one good thing in my life," Blake said stoically. He stood up and turned to face me. "So to answer your question, no. I don't really care who killed him." My stomach heaved. I had to swallow a dozen times to keep down whatever was trying to come up. There was pity on Blake's face before he turned to Dash again.
"Are we done here?" he said. Dash said nothing. He'd gone catatonic. I knew the feeling. He didn't make any move to stop Blake as he slipped by him out the door. It wasn't until the outer door of Mitchell Hall slammed again that either one of us moved. I leaned back and slid down the wall until my butt hit the floor. "What just happened?" I croaked, unable to blink or turn or do anything but stare straight ahead. Straight at the spot where Blake
"Her name is Cara," Blake said, his eyes flashing with fury. "Right. Sorry. Well, maybe you and Cara can do the right thing here," Dash said. "The right thing? What are you, still living in black and white?" Blake said, pacing away. "If I go to the police, then everyone's gonna find out about me and Cara. She'll be fired, her husband will divorce her, and it'll be yet another scandal for Easton. As far as I'm concerned those are three very good reasons to keep my mouth firmly shut."
"No," I heard myself say. "What?" Blake truly looked at me for the first time. My knees felt like they weren't even there anymore, but somehow I pushed myself away from the wall.
"You have to tell," I said. "You have to. Josh's life is on the line here. I think that trumps your need to protect your mistress." "Reed," Dash said. "No. I'm right, aren't I? I mean, Josh could go to jail for the rest of his life and you're worried about your precious Cara's husband finding out that she's cheating? Well, news flash! She is cheating! Maybe she deserves to get a divorce!" "That's it. I'm outta here," Blake said, gunning for the door. "Don't you even want to know who really killed your own brother?" I blurted. My fingers curled into fists. Blake paused. For a moment I thought I'd actually gotten through to him. Then he laughed.
He tipped his head back and laughed. Loudly. Openly. Evilly. "This is unbelievable!" he said. "Thomas is dead and he's still fucking up my life!"
Cannonball, this is my gut. Gut, meet the cannonball. "What?" Dash blurted, his face contorted with disgust. "Oh, come on, Dash, don't be so naive! You know what life was like with Thomas around," Blake ranted, spittle appearing at the corners of his lips. "Him disappearing for days at a time. My parents getting woken up in the middle of the night by phone calls from some random police station in Miami or Vegas or freakin' Columbus, Ohio?
Him showing up for events late, trashed out of his mind, making scenes, embarrassing my parents, embarrassing me!" He pounded his chest with both hands. I could feel the pain coming off of him in waves, the pent-up rage just bursting to come out. I knew what it felt like. Thomas had known what it felt like. Damn if the Pearsons didn't raise two very angry kids. "Thomas was a pointless waste of existence, and all he did was screw up the lives of everyone around him."
Blake paced around the small couch and sat down on the edge of it. Dash didn't move, but I could see his chest rising and falling, like he was trying to contain something huge. I hoped that meditation thing was as good as he believed it to be. "Take this situation, for example," Blake continued, once he'd caught his breath. "Cara has refused to speak to me ever since the night of Josh's arrest. She's the love of my life and she won't even take a call from me. When I got that e-mail I thought..." He trailed off and my heart broke for him. Just a touch. He clearly loved Ms. Lewis-Hanneman, as strange as that seemed to me.
It was obvious by the torment in his eyes. And all we'd done here was give him false hope.
"Thomas is dead, and still he managed to fuck up the one good thing in my life," Blake said stoically. He stood up and turned to face me. "So to answer your question, no. I don't really care who killed him." My stomach heaved. I had to swallow a dozen times to keep down whatever was trying to come up. There was pity on Blake's face before he turned to Dash again.
"Are we done here?" he said. Dash said nothing. He'd gone catatonic. I knew the feeling. He didn't make any move to stop Blake as he slipped by him out the door. It wasn't until the outer door of Mitchell Hall slammed again that either one of us moved. I leaned back and slid down the wall until my butt hit the floor. "What just happened?" I croaked, unable to blink or turn or do anything but stare straight ahead. Straight at the spot where Blake
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