Page 4 of Pretty Psychos
I got the impression he was hoping I'd say that was enough. Instead I leaned over and patted him on the bicep. "Every little one helps."
"Little?" Woody scoffed. "Can you see how big he was?
They were all big. Tall and burly. Still very much dead though.
"Forrest didn't kill anyone," Woody pointed out. He gave the older man a sidelong look.
"That's true. I didn't," Forrest said. "I kept them distracted long enough for Leif to do it."
"I kept them distracted too." Woody bit down on his spring roll.
"It's not a competition," I said. "You all played your parts." I glanced back as Savannah stepped out of the bathroom, her face pale.
"I heard you talking," she said, her voice wobbly. "None of you has a problem with this?" She gestured toward the front door without looking out. "You know this isn't normal, right?"
"That depends who you are and your definition of normal," Leif said. "While this isn't exactly normal for us, it's also not completelyabnormal."
He glanced at Woody.
Woody pointed a finger gun at him before he could say anything. "Don't fucking call me abnormal," he growled.
Leif grinned and raised his hands in surrender. "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Yes, you would," Woody said.
"No, I wouldn't," Leif argued. "I'd lie awake in the middle of the night thinking about it. I save my dreams for more interesting things."
"You lie awake at night thinking about me?" Woody said. "Of course you do, I bet you all do." He expression was smug, a smile tugging at the side of his mouth, eyes triumphant.
"No offense, but I don't," Savannah said. "I mean, I don't really know you."
"I think about you," I said. "Maybe the same as Leif though, thinking about how abnormal you are."
He flipped me off.
Fair enough.
I drew away from Leif and stepped over to place my hands on Woody's shoulders, pressing my cheek against his back, between his shoulder blades.
"If you're abnormal, then so are the rest of us," I said. "Most people would be losing their shit over three dead bodies lying outside the door."
"I'm more pissed off about the door," Forrest said darkly. "They must have used something heavy duty to bust that in. I need to get the security cameras looked at too. No one should have been able to hack any of them, especially not the one right outside the door." He looked as furious as I'd ever seen him, eyes flashing with anger. Jaw tight. Stark contrast to his usual calm composure.
"If they can get to us here, they can get to us anywhere," Woody said.
"That's why we're going to be careful." Forrest's phone buzzed with a notification. He glanced down at it. "The cleanup crew is here. When they're done, we can all get some rest."
How was I supposed to rest when other people might come after us? Or when my thoughts were full of unansweredquestions. Who were they working for, and what did their boss think belonged to them?
CHAPTER 2
SABLE
"You really think we should get out of here, don't you?" I whispered as I slipped down beside Woody on the couch.
The cleanup crew had just left. Only a guy replacing the door remained.
They were efficient, I had to give them that. They'd swept in, piled the bodies into bags, cleaned up the floor, and left. They could have been doing nothing more unusual than a cleanup in aisle three. Mopping up dropped ice cream before someone stepped in it, slipped and sued the store.
