What Happens After Midnight by K. L. Walther

What Happens After Midnight by K. L. Walther

Author:K. L. Walther
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks


SIXTEEN

The golf cart served as our getaway car, but it turned out a getaway car wasn’t truly a getaway car if you were taking what you wanted to get away from with you. Tag and I sat stone-cold silent, staring straight ahead as I drove. What is he thinking? I wondered, my pulse jetting away with the golf cart. Tell me, Tag. What are you thinking?

Although I didn’t even know what I was thinking. At least not clearly. Those fast and furious minutes between us had been amazing, but they now felt confusing. I still loved Tag, but did he feel the same way? Or his favorite partner in crime because we worked well together?

And what about Blair? Was I just the best person to distract him from her? Even if it was for the trillionth time, Tag had broken up with Blair, but he had also protected her in a clue.

Had we only been caught up in the excitement?

My heart twisted. We’d created quite the mess.

And thus, I realized sadly, we won’t be discussing it.

There was no time for discussion if we were to finish hiding the clues by sunrise.

We did not return to Gilmore Lane; instead, I kept close to the water, driving on the widespread boardwalk that rambled along Ames’s beach. It would eventually pass my house. The perfect shortcut, especially at 4:00 a.m.

When Tag finally spoke, my body quaked. “I think we should hide the cart here,” he said, pointing to the upcoming gap between two rocky, sandy dunes. “Get back on foot.”

“Okay.” I nodded. Better in the dunes than in my backyard, and the boardwalk was a favorite campus running route, so it would be reported and returned to Buildings and Grounds within a day. “You really think of everything,” I said after Tag wiped the steering wheel and seats down with Clorox disinfecting wipes from his backpack.

“It would be better if they were bleach,” he said as my phone vibrated, and an invisible snake slithered up my spine when I saw a new message from Zoe. For some reason, I had a bad feeling about this one.

The rest of your clues better be brutal, Swell, she’d texted. Because thanks to Daniel FREAKING Rivera, I just broke my ankle.

“Oh, no,” I said, shaking my head. “No, no, absolutely not…”

Zoe already taped her ankles before basketball games; she didn’t need anything serious jeopardizing her career. With four years at Duke ahead of her, she was only getting started.

You didn’t break your ankle, Zoe, Alex wrote, even though they were undoubtedly right next to each other. You twisted it.

Since when do you have a medical degree, Alex? she fired back. Ligaments have been torn!

Tag sighed and typed: What happened?

Then he looked at me as if to say, We need to keep moving.

Our speed walking jumped into a jog, and by the time we neared my house, Zoe had explained that she and Alex never made it to our planned rally point at the ropes course because Daniel and Manik had gotten too close to them in the woods.



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