Kings of Linwood Academy - The Complete Box Set: A Dark High School Romance Series Callie Rose (i read a book TXT) 📖

you anywhere near his house, or even near his office, he’s gonna figure out that you know.”

He’s right. I know that. I can’t stop picturing the way he looked at me when I stepped out of his hold at the courthouse—the slight tilt to his head, the assessing look in his eyes. He’s probably already suspicious.

But we’re out of options.

I glance from Lincoln’s hard profile to River’s concerned, intent expression, turning in the seat even more to face him.

“We won’t let the bad win. You promised.”

10

River caves first. Then Lincoln.

When I tell the twins the plan after I’m dropped off at the Lauders’ house, they’re both even more adamantly opposed to it than Linc and River were.

But eventually, they agree too.

It may be stupid and dangerous, but what I’m coming to realize is that we’ve just been dealt a really crappy hand—and there’s no changing that fact. We don’t get to swap cards or ask for a redeal. All we can do is play our hardest and bluff like hell.

All five of us ditch school the next day. I’ve given up worrying if my grades suffer or I flunk out of school. I don’t want to stress mom out, but in the big picture, it’ll be worth it. I’d rather cause her short-term stress and get her out of prison than play the good little student and graduate from Linwood with straight A’s and a parent behind bars.

Judge Hollowell is presiding over a case, and we were able to get the schedule of the trial by calling the county clerk’s office. The good news on that front is that we know exactly where he’ll be and when.

We arrive at the courthouse in the late morning, when we’re sure Hollowell will still be in the building.

Because we need to find his car.

Based on the number of vehicles in the Black family’s motor court, it’s not unreasonable to think that Hollowell has more than one. And it seems unlikely that he’d drive the same car he murdered Iris with to work every day. But we have to start somewhere, and this is easier than our next steps will be.

We find a small lot around the back of the building with designated parking for the courthouse staff, and my heart drops a little when Chase points to the little placard that reads Judge Hollowell.

The car parked in front of it is a light metallic beige.

It’s the right size and shape, but the wrong color.

“It was shadowy on the road. There were hardly any streetlamps on that stretch.” Chase lifts his eyebrows, although even he looks unconvinced by his words. “Maybe the car just looked dark because everything around it was dark.”

“No.” I shake my head, my heart in my throat. “It was dark. Black or blue or gray. I don’t know which, but not this.”

It’d be a waste of time to try to convince ourselves this could be the one when it clearly isn’t. Which means we have to keep looking.

The second, harder part of our search is a lot more risky. If Judge Hollowell were to see me at the courthouse, he probably wouldn’t think too much of it. But if he sees me hanging around outside his house, I’ll be lucky if the worst thing he does is call the cops.

We all pile back into Lincoln’s car, and I give him Hollowell’s address. He starts to drive, but about halfway there, he veers off course.

“Hey.” I look up from the GPS on his phone, which rests in my lap. “You turned the wrong way.”

“No, I didn’t.” He keeps his eyes on the road, and I notice the interior of the car has gone very quiet. “You’re not coming with us.”

“What? Yes, I am! I—”

“No, Harlow.” Now he does look at me, his amber eyes blazing intently. “Camping out outside Hollowell’s house is stupid enough as it is. But if we get caught, I’m not having you with us. We’re teenage boys; we can say it was some senior prank or something. But you’re not coming with us. I’m dropping you back off at school.”

“I—”

“This isn’t up for negotiation. Either we go alone, or no one goes at all.”

Fuck. My stomach clenches into a knot so hard and fast I feel like I ate a lump of cement.

I get why they don’t want me there. I do. But it wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was the one who was supposed to be gambling with my safety as we pushed harder for answers, not them.

But we need to know. Maybe the car that killed Iris is sitting in Hollowell’s garage right now.

I turn to face the back seat, staring at each of the guys with a hard expression. “Fine. But be fucking careful. And keep texting me. If I don’t hear from you every twenty minutes, I’m coming to get you.”

“Deal.” Dax nods, looking somber.

When Linc pulls up outside of Linwood, the school looks quiet. During the early fall months, kids hung out on the front steps during their free periods, but it’s too fucking cold to do that now. Everyone’s inside the building.

I turn back to the dark-haired boy in the driver’s seat. “Be safe. Please.”

“Always.”

He leans over and kisses me, and when I get out and watch the car drive away in the gray January light, it feels like it takes four pieces of my heart with it.

They do what I asked, and the first text comes through as I’m in gym. I stuck my phone in my sports bra, and I tug it out when I feel it vibrate, slowing to a fast walk as I circle around the indoor track. Savannah clips my shoulder and glares at me as she brushes past, but I ignore her and swipe the screen of my phone.

RIVER: Just got here. Ditched the car and found a place where we can see.

I know he’s carefully avoiding using Hollowell’s name or giving too many details, just in case. I wish he could