“It’s going to start raining soon,” she said, holding out a hand. “Time to go.”
13
Jax
I steeledmy jaw and clenched my hands at my sides. “We need to go to the Vincent house.Now.”
“Wait.” Bobbi lifted a palm. “Sit down. There’s something else we should think about.”
“For fuck’s sake, Bobbi, stop playing Devil’s Advocate for Mr. Blythe,” Erin snapped. “The Devil has enough advocates already, and Mr. Blythe has obviously done something to Kinsey!”
Bobbi rolled her eyes upward. “I know. I agree,” she said, twisting her fingers on the table in front of her. “I just think there’s something we haven’t considered yet.”
“What?”
“The Vincent house was his next known location after the Kingsley house… but it doesn’t mean he actually took Kinsey there. He could’ve gone to see the Vincent family that night for some random reason we have no knowledge of, and Kinsey could’ve been tied up in his trunk outside.”
“Good point,” I said, nodding slowly. “He could’ve taken her somewhere else afterwards.”
“Exactly. So we need to go through all the location data from the last few days. It’ll give us a better idea of where Mr. Blythe goes frequently, where he lives, and where Kinsey might be at.”
“You’re right,” Erin murmured, rubbing her eyes. “Sorry for getting snippy. I haven’t slept much over the last week.”
Bobbi gave her a tight smile. “It’s cool. Can you unlock the phone again?”
“Sure.” Erin tapped at the screen for a moment. Then she clicked her fingers, motioning for someone to pick up a pen from the center of the table. “Write this address down. 802 Bournemouth Crescent.”
“What is that?”
“I think it’s Mr. Blythe’s home address. The GPS data puts him there every single night.”
I nodded and made a note of it. Erin continued to work her way through the device’s location history. “He’s been to the Vincent house four times in the last few days,” she said, glancing up at us again. “That’s kind of weird, right?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Bobbi replied. “I’m pretty sure the Blythe family is close with the Vincents.”
I nodded. “I think you’re right. My dad used to be friends with Sandra Blythe, and she’s Nora’s best friend.”
“Is Sandra Mr. Blythe’s mom?” Erin asked.
“Yeah. Or aunt, maybe. I can’t remember,” I said, shrugging lightly. “Either way, going to visit the Vincents could be a normal thing for Mr. Blythe. He could be comforting them after what happened to Cerina.”
“At midnight, though?” Bobbi said, raising a brow.
“Hm. Good point.” I rubbed my chin. “Thatisweird.”
Bobbi turned her attention back to Erin. “Where else has he been over the last few days?”
“Mostly home, school, and the closest grocery store,” Erin replied, brows drawn in a deep frown of concentration. “There’s a few other locations as well, like a coffee shop near the school, a yoga studio, and…oh. Holy shit.”
“What is it?”
Her wide eyes snapped up to meet mine. “He was at Carrington Park on Saturday, and he left at twelve.”
“Twelve?” My brows shot up. “That’s before Ted and Nora started speaking.”
Erin nodded vehemently. “Exactly! Why would he leave before the end of the memorial service? Unless—”
“Unless he was the one who took Kinsey there and dumped her ankle bracelet for the cops to find,” Bobbi cut in.