Fallen Crest Public(60)

Logan smirked at me as I came to the doorway. “You cold, Sam?”
“Shut it, Logan.”
Mason asked, “Where are you going?”
Logan had showered. He was dressed in jeans and his athletic sweatshirt. Playing with his car keys in his hand, he shrugged. “Was going to head out for a few. What’s up?”
“You going to Tate’s?”
His question threw both of us. There it was again, the lie Mason never explained to me. Narrowing my eyes at him, I studied Logan at the same time. He seemed cautious now and slid his hands into his front pockets. “Maybe. Why?”
“Kate mentioned a camcorder,” Mason said. “And before that Natalie had her brother’s camcorder. They were going to use it to take pictures of the mannequin.”
“So? They have a camcorder. So do we.”
“Kate said they were heading to Tate’s at the end. Sam just told me they’ve been sending threats to Heather. They want her to stop being her friend and Tate tried to warn them off.”
Logan nodded. “She told me about that. Said it was a lost cause. Kate’s gone off the deep end.”
“So,” Mason paused and watched him. He was waiting …
“So what?”
“Logan, I spelled it out for you.”
“Threats to Heather. Camcorder. Tate thinks Kate’s crazy. None of this is really new here, brother.”
I sighed. Even I knew what Mason was implying. Logan wasn’t dumb. If he wasn’t figuring it out that meant something else was going on with him. Moving to the couch, I perched on the end and said, “I think he’s saying that Kate might think Tate’s on our side.”
“She is,” Logan snorted. “No way would she go against you. She knows what we’d do to her.”
“Logan,” Mason groaned.
I lifted a hand to his arm and felt his tension. My hand began to rub. “Do you think Kate would take a camcorder to Tate’s out of the goodness of her heart?”
“Wha—oh shit. No. No way. You think?”
“Are you going over there?”
Logan glanced at his brother again. A resigned look came over him. “Yeah, I am. What do you want me to do?”
“Don’t say anything or make it obvious, but look to see if there’s a camcorder stashed somewhere.”
“Wait,” Logan shook his head. “You think she’s in on it? We do things or we have done things in the living room. They could’ve put it there—”
“They were going there tonight.”
“Oh.” His shoulders dropped. “So what do you want me to do? You want me to grab it?”
When Mason didn’t reply, Logan looked to me. I shrugged. “Mason’s the mastermind. Not me.”
“Mase?”
“I don’t know. Maybe leave it in place?”
“I’m not going over there anymore. No f*cking way, not if they have a camcorder in there. That’s messed up.”
“I know. I’m not saying that,” Mason bit out. “But if we move the camcorder, then they’d have to change tactics again. We know what they’re planning right now. Maybe we can wait to see what else she’s planning?”
“Should I tell Tate?”
Mason didn’t respond.
“Mase, that’s not right.”
“No,” he sighed. “I know. Yeah, tell her, but she needs to act like she doesn’t know it’s there. We’ll figure out the next step later.”
“What about her parents?” I asked. “Should they know? They might talk about things that are personal.”
Logan shook his head. “Nah. She’s not here with them. Her dad lost his job so they shipped her out here to live with her older sister, but she’s gone on a modeling trip. Tate said she wouldn’t be back for a week or so.” Then he jerked his head in a nod and started for the door. “Oh wait,” he braked and gestured to me. “Did you tell her about the mannequins?”