I knew more about her for never having spoken to her. We didn't need to. Because the way she looked at me sometimes, that said it all. She wanted me. She didn't mind that I'd stop by her apartment late, or that I'd watch her sleep, buried under her gray blanket, while the stars strung around her room blinked on and off to the rhythm of her breathing.


12. Avery

As I drove Devon home, I thought about what she said about Adam. About her suspicions. I didn't know her well, but she seemed convinced of his guilt.


I turned my head. "How did you end up at the bar with him tonight?"


Devon looked over at me. "I wanted a drink, so I chose that bar. Adam was there. We started talking. You were right. He's a good guy."


Then why do you keep accusing him of killing Alexa?


I knew that her murder was just a random coincidence, that Adam wasn't capable of taking a life.


“See?” I said, smiling. “He’s not a killer.”


“I guess not,” Devon muttered, her head resting against the window. “Thanks for coming to get me, Avery. I know we don’t know each other well at all, so I hope this isn’t weird or anything.”


I kept my eyes on the road, but my mouth twisted into a small smile. “You didn’t have anyone else to call?”


“I don’t really know anyone here in town,” she replied, her voice groggy. “I only moved here a few months ago.”


“Do you like it here?” I asked, while she told me to turn left onto Brickwell Drive.


“It’s okay. I don’t really know anyone—just you.” We stopped in front of her house. “Do you want to come in, maybe watch some cheesy horror movies?”


I knew what it was like to be alone. Maybe that’s why I said yes.



We ended up watching the Insidious movies, which weren’t too awful. But I think what made them more enjoyable was the second bottle of wine.


Devon grinned at me when the last movie was over. She looked at the empty bottles. “Sorry. I guess we got a bit carried away.”


“It’s fine,” I said. “It’s nice to actually get out of my apartment and be around other people for a change. I practically live in Bean, which I know isn’t entirely healthy.”


“It’s the coffee, right?” Devon laughed. It was a nice sound.


“Maybe a little.”


Devon stood up, stretched, and turned toward me. “You should probably stay here tonight. You’ve had a bit to drink and I don’t want you driving.”


I blinked at her.


She shrugged. “I don’t want to have to worry about you.”


I gave her a small smile. I guess the drive home sobered her up enough so that the wine looked enticing. After all she had to drink before, she should be sick, unless—


“You didn’t have too much to drink, did you?” I asked softly. “You wanted to get away from Adam tonight. Why? I thought you said he wasn’t a bad guy.”


Devon glanced at me, her voice small. “All he talked about was you. Like you're really close.”


I stared at her. "But I just met him a few days ago."


She shook her head. "I think there's something wrong with him."

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