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Something Wilder(91)

Author:Christina Lauren

Unease bled further into Lily’s mood, sending her pulse racing. “You’re working with them,” she said quietly.

Bradley blanched. “What? With who?”

“There were four people in that text thread.” Leo tilted his head. His expression cleared. “How would Jay and Kevin have known to come here if they hadn’t been told about the photo of Duke? The texts said they lost track of us after we left the overlook.”

“Bradley must’ve called them,” Lily said. “Maybe when you took Walt to the hospital. Unless… No one ever bothered to look in your backpack. You could have called them the night of the storm.”

Bradley looked genuinely shocked for a beat.

And then his expression broke, and he burst out laughing, bending at the waist. “Shit, I couldn’t hold it.” He straightened, wiping a hand down his face. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go down. I don’t know why I’m laughing, dudes.”

Unsettled, Lily threaded her fingers through Leo’s, taking a step backward. “Leo. Let’s go.”

But Leo stood firm, staring at Bradley. “We texted you.” He swallowed, pained. A glance at him told her his expression was washed out, sick with shock. “We texted the group and said the photo was a mirror image.” Leo looked around them, and Lily realized that the sounds earlier weren’t her imagination. Jay and Kevin were nearby, hidden in the shade, had been standing there the entire time, waiting to see how this would unfold. “What I don’t understand is how you got the message if you were already here. There’s no signal.”

“There is if he’s forwarding everything to a sat phone,” Lily said.

Bradley reached into his pocket with a heavy sigh and pulled out the small device. “Damn. Didn’t think you’d catch that.” He grinned. “It’s easy to hide shit in a bag if no one actually checks. Jesus, Lily, what’s the point of having rules if you don’t enforce them?”

Lily stepped forward in anger, but Leo stopped her with his arm across her chest. “You’ve been here the whole time,” he said. “You started down the night you left Nicole, didn’t you?”

Pocketing the phone again, Bradley held up his hands. “Guys, seriously—this doesn’t have to be so tragic. Just put down the knife and head home. Let us go in there and get the money. We’ll laugh our asses off about this whole thing later.”

Red flooded her vision, blanketing everything around her in a fiery glow. “?‘Just… head home’?” she repeated. “?‘Laugh our asses off’? Are you kidding me right now?”

She glanced to Leo, who couldn’t seem to pull his attention from Bradley’s face. “You pushed Terry,” he said tonelessly.

Jay and Kevin stepped out into the dappled late-afternoon sun. “What’d he say?”

Bradley waved them off. “Don’t worry about it.”

Jay pulled his gun out, resting it meaningfully against his leg. “What’s that mean, Brad? ‘You pushed Terry’?”

Goose bumps moved like icy fingers along her skin.

“Bradley. And I didn’t push him,” Bradley said irritably. “He let the situation get out of control when he pulled a gun in broad daylight. It was his own fault he went over the cliff.”

“But Terry’s dead, man?” Kevin, to his credit, seemed genuinely upset by this.

“He is,” Bradley said. “And like I said, it was his own fault.”

Kevin had barely moved, clearly unable to process this. Finally, he looked over at Leo and Lily. “Terry died, and you lied to us?”

“?‘Lied—’?” Leo cut off, coughing out an incredulous laugh. “You held us at gunpoint and tied us up with zip cuffs. I didn’t exactly feel like we were betraying your trust.”

Bradley’s patience snapped. “This is a stupid fixation! Get over the Terry of it all. You weren’t even there to see what a disaster he was. I was trying to pull him away from the edge and he was freaking the hell out. Did I push him? Maybe! It’s all a blur! I did you a favor. Now there’s one less person to split the money with.”

“We wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for him,” Jay seethed.

“You guys know him from Reddit, for fuck’s sake!” Bradley shouted. “I’ve known him for years. Terry wasn’t the super-rugged outdoorsy dude you think he is. Wearing a vest with seventy pockets doesn’t make him capable, it just makes him overdressed. Yes, he knew more about Duke Wilder than any of us, but only on paper. He couldn’t even keep his mouth shut and be likable for four days! And there were so many chances to take the journal, but he was as stealthy as a grizzly bear in a wind chime factory. He couldn’t even zip up his fucking backpack properly.”

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