Page 14 of Boys Who Hunt
“Why? So you can fawn over her good looks again?”
I stand stupefied underneath a tree in the grass.
A smug grin spreads on his face. “Yeah, I saw you looking at her.”
“No, I—”
He taps my chest. “Don’t go denying it now. I know what I saw. I’d recognize that look anywhere.”
“What look?”
I shriek and nearly jolt up and down from his sudden voice behind me. “Fuck, you scared me.”
But when he places his hand on my shoulder, it immediately calms me.
“Relax. Want one of these pills too?” he muses, showing off the new bottles he got.
“So that’s what you were doing,” I mutter.
“Gimme that.” Silas snatches them from his hand, pops off the lid, and takes at least two.
“Wow, wow, calm down with the pills, bro,” Heath says. “My dealer only wanted to sell me three of these bottles. Talk about being squeezed.”
“Silas is on edge because he talked to a certain thief today,” I say.
“What?” Heath’s fingers dig into my shoulders, and it suddenly doesn’t feel so nice anymore. “Who? Where?”
“Ivy fucking Clark.”
Silas nearly crushes the bottle of pills before Heath finally snatches it back from him.
“A girl?”
“She was missing a fucking hearing aid,” Silas says. “It has to be her.”
“But …?” Heath raises his brow.
“She got away,” I say.
“I confronted her. Told her I knew she stole from me. She told me to fucking prove it.”
My jaw drops. “Holy sh—”
“We have the fucking proof!” Heath growls as he fishes the hearing aid from his pocket. “This is all the proof we need.”
“She’ll just say she dropped it in the grass.” Silas shrugs. “We gotta have something better, something that irrefutably proves she’s a thief.”
“If she really is the thief, wouldn’t it help finding out why she stole from you guys?” I ask.
They both look at me like I’m onto something.
“I mean, we could talk to her. Try to figure it out.”
“And catch her in the act,” Silas adds.
“I didn’t—”
“Good thinking, bud.” Heath grabs my shoulder and squashes me against his pecs, and I don’t even know what to say. “We’re going to make her talk.”