“If you care about Snow in any capacity, just keep your eyes open.” I turn and walk away before he can say anything else to piss me off.
“Find him?” Silas asks.
“No. Silas, is Ariel around?” I keep turning in circles, looking for London or Ben. Wait, what if…? No, there is no way that Ben and Scott are the same person. London wouldn’t do that. My hands curl into fists, my fingernails biting into my palms. I’d rather feel this pain than punching London’s face. I want to kick his ass.
But he’s fucking around on you, dummy. He’s lashing out at all of you.
“I think she’s with Brick at the pony rides. I’ll text her. You want me to tell her about Snow?”
“No, not yet. I need to ask her a question about drugs.” I start pacing, even though I know it’s not helping.
“Who’s on drugs?” he asks, his eyes widening like he misheard me.
“I think London is.” It’s why I need Ariel—to ask her about tests. I want confirmation. I freeze in place as the weight of all of this comes down on my shoulders.
“What? He wouldn’t touch anything that isn’t good for his body,” Silas protests, shooting off the bench he was sitting on.
“I don’t think he’s aware that he’s taking them,” I surmise as we head back to the tent.
“So that Scott dude is drugging him?” Silas shakes his head, disgust lacing his tone.
“I think so. You said it yourself: he wouldn’t put anything in his body that wasn’t good for him. Maybe a beer or two, but mostly, he eats well. And ever since he started talking to that dude, he’s been, well, not himself.”
“I agree.” Silas nods. “How did he look?”
“Ragged.” Furrowing my brow, I continue after a pause. “I’m surprised Sal hasn’t stopped filming.”
“And he won’t until we figure out if something is wrong,” Sal says from behind me.
“But you have noticed a difference.” I turn to face him, arms crossed, hoping he understands I mean business.
“Yes. And one of the contestants after his date even came to me to say he was a little brisk with both of them,” Sal informs us. “Tomorrow, they’re doing egg races, and London doesn’t have to be there. We were going to do something different but changed it so we could talk. But we’re doing it now.”
“Ariel is on her way,” Silas informs us.
“Good.”
“Did you find him?” Afton asks.
“No, but I did find London, which is what led to this.”
Ariel and Brick rush over, and she waves. “I’m here.”
“Snow might need to talk in the morning,” I inform her, “but that’s not why you’re here. Is there a way to do a drug test without someone knowing?”
“Most clinics do blood tests.” Ariel inclines her head and then continues. “If you can get a piece of hair from the person, it can be tested, too.”
“How would we get a piece of hair from London?” Snow asks.
“Leave it to me.” Sal smirks. “When I have it, I’ll bag it and bring it by for Ariel to do her thing.”
“I’ll be at the house in the morning,” Ariel confirms.
“I’ll be there.” Sal nods and strolls away.
“That dude is weird sometimes,” Silas mumbles. “Like he knows things we don’t, like a fortune-teller.”
“Brick, will you take Harvey home with you and just bring him in the morning?” I ask.