Mr. Nice Guy by Skylar Sweeney

Author:Skylar Sweeney [Sweeney, Skylar]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Skylar Sweeney
Published: 2022-07-25T16:00:00+00:00

M R . J O N E S

I paced back and forth across the holding cell, running my hands along my scalp. On the bright side, I could actually feel my scalp, a rarity these days thanks to the mask I’d been basically living in. But on the downside? If Val showed up with Mr. Winkle, he was going to have a hard time figuring out why Coach Jones was hanging around in a holding cell at the police station instead of Mr. Nice.

“Duuuuude, you need to, like, totally chill, man,” the drugged out kid in a pair of short-shorts across from me stated as he watched my endless path from one side of the cell to the other. “You’re making me dizzy. I’m already high. Being dizzy sucks when you’re high.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I muttered, shooting him a glare. “I don’t suppose you know what time it is?”

A giggle escaped his lips. “I don’t even know what day it is. Or month! And is this still the same year?”

Right.

I sighed, plopping down on the bench across from him. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in this hell hole, but it felt like forever. The sun had set, I was sure of that, and I really needed to get out of here before Monday morning. Mr. Winkle and I had agreed that he could return to work on Monday, and it would be a little suspicious if Coach Jones wasn’t there when he did. Especially if Mr. Nice was still in jail.

I groaned, running a hand across my face. How the hell had this happened? I didn’t know where that bloody rag had come from, but it wasn’t mine. I didn’t keep fucking trophies from my kills—the hand in my fridge had been stolen from a grave for the fun of it. And I hadn’t actually killed Kendra Maloney at all, so there was that.

Val wouldn’t have done it without my permission, and neither K7 nor Mr. Winkle were the kind of people to off some innocent schoolgirl for kicks. Which meant that either an unknown had been in my apartment or one of the cops had planted it. Val’s security system was awesome, so I was betting on the latter.

I looked up as the door to the holding cell opened, letting out a growl when Detective Boomer walked in. He held up his hands, looking more than a little nervous.

“Hey, hey, none of that, buddy. I come bearing gifts of release.”

My eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah? ‘Cause if I remember correctly, you and your boys were the ones who put me here.”

Boomer sighed, shaking his head. “I was following orders. I have no fucking clue what happened, but you can be damn sure I’m going to look into it.”

“One of your guys planted whatever that was. They had to.”

“It’s definitely possible. The lab work turned up that it was a fake, though. It was the same shirt and the same blood type, but it wasn’t the girl’s DNA.

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