A Whole New Crowd (A Whole New Crowd #1)(82)

“Wait.”
I poked my head back in. “Yeah?”
He stood and pulled out his wallet. Handing me a fifty dollar bill, he said, “Get us all some food.”
“Okay.” I took the money and slipped back out. When the door shut, I didn’t move. I stayed right there and flattened my ear against the door. I didn’t have to wait long. His voice was muffled, but I made out enough.
“What are you doing?”
A guy was standing across from me. He was tall, wearing only a leather jacket with the sleeves ripped off. His jeans were cuffed and ripped and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. A panther was stitched onto the front corner of his jacket and I knew there was a bigger panther with two skulls on either side of it on the back. This guy, with scars running down his face and over his bare chest, was a member of Jace’s gang. This guy had the same jaded look in his eyes that Jace had.
I jerked back. A startled gasp came out, but I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle it. I shook my head. “Nothing.” This was what I wanted. I could say the word and Jace might come to me.
He frowned.
“My dad’s an *,” I said instead. “He caught me drinking and he’s calling my mom right now.”
“Oh.”
I didn’t want him to come. As I stood there with the Panther frowning at me, I realized what I really needed to do. I had to get Gray out and never see Jace again. Tray was right. I still cared about Jace. That was why I hesitated. I wasn’t even sure if I still wanted to kill him anymore.
“It was a mistake coming here.” I said those words before I realized I was thinking them.
The guy grunted. “You don’t seem drunk.” He moved past me and pointed to the door. “Just tell your dad you’re sorry, smile, and quote bible verses. Don’t that work for all rich little girls?”
“Rich?”
“Yeah.” He looked me up and down. “I don’t know you, but I know you don’t belong around these parts. Go home. Go back to pretending the world ain’t some scary place.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “Ain’t that what your types do? Daydream and turn real life shit into some f*cked-up fantasy?”
An abrupt, genuine laugh came out of me. “I look like one of those types?”
He frowned, but didn’t answer. He kept going down the hallway. A door opened and he stopped in front of it, still giving me a puzzled look. Then, as he scratched his head, he went inside. The door slammed shut.
I looked this time and made sure I was alone, but it didn’t matter. When my stomach growled, I decided to actually go and get food, but instead of heading to a store I went to the lobby and used the phone there to order pizza. After I stopped at the vending machine to grab some sodas and a few bottles of water, I started back to the room. As I turned down our hallway, the door opened. I heard Chance say, “Tray, wait.”
“What?”
I stopped. The anger in his tone sent chills down my back.
“Stop. Come back in here before you go and tell her.”
“This is real, Chance. Her friend will die. I was there. I saw that girl. Her fear was real.” He moved further inside, but the door was left open. “You have to go in. You have to get her friend.”
“They won’t green-light this mission. I’m sorry, Tray. I am.”
I closed my eyes for a second and stood there. Holding three cans of soda and two bottles of water pressed against my chest, I couldn't even feel the cold from them.
They weren’t coming. Chance had warned me, but hearing Tray now, I knew it was true. They weren’t going to get Gray.
It was up to me.
I knew what I was going to do. And as soon as I made the decision, it was like a piece of the puzzle clicked into place for me. I think I had always known what I was going to do and now, creeping forward, I hugged the wall so they wouldn’t see my approach. I didn’t know where they were in the room. As I drew closer, I knelt down so my shadow was minimized and then placed the soda and water on the floor.
“Chance, we have to try.” Tray’s voice drifted from inside the room.
I peeked inside, saw they were in the far corner, and moved back away. Chance said, “I’ll figure something out. I promise. Let’s wait for Taryn to come back. I have orders to take you both in. They want to question you in depth.”
I stood from my kneeling position, but kept myself flat against the wall. My arm moved to the doorframe and I reached inside. Closing my eyes, I used my memory of the room to know the exact location of the table. I used one finger to touch the edge of the table, then paused. I didn’t touch anymore. I lifted my hand a millisecond, reached forward another inch and then lowered it. The gun should be there. When my hand touched the cold metal, I let out my breath.
I held still, not making a move, not making another sound. Then I tucked it against my palm, keeping it steady so it wouldn’t move and jar the table. When it was in the air, I pulled my arm back around the table.
They had no idea I had been there.
Then I left.
I was going for Gray on my own.



CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Gray had given me blueprints for the school, but he told me that there hadn’t been a lot of changes. When I snuck inside to help Tray with his prank, I knew that was true. The main change had been the security room. That hadn’t been there before, but my gut was telling me Jace was beneath it. I didn’t know why. I didn’t know what for, but they were there. That was my best chance at finding Gray. I didn’t have time to search all the other buildings. Gray and Dee already staked out the others. This was my pick, but every instinct inside me was telling me that I was right.