“I don’t care what my son’s infatuation with you is. If you don’t stay away from him, you will wish you had died in that helicopter out in the forest. I won’t warn you again. Next time, you’re dead.”
It hits me then, like running head on into a brick wall. My father’s voice fills my head, and I remember the riddle he gave me that I could not solve. I’m not sure why it took me so long to piece the puzzle together. Q’s mom is dead, and my father told me the answer to Q’s questions is Xander, which means…
Xander’s retreating footsteps meet my ears, and I force myself out of my thoughts.
“You won’t get away with this,” I growl.
His steps falter, and he turns just as he reaches the door. I don’t know why I think I can push back against him. He’s the mob, Quinton’s father. There is no one who can save me from him, but knowing that drives me to push back against him.
“I already have.” His lips curve into a sinister smile and he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
My heart gallops in my chest as all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.
Xander did it. Xander is the answer Quinton is looking for.
Xander killed Quinton’s mom, and Quinton doesn’t know yet. Which makes me wonder, what kind of hell will break loose when he finds out?