Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

by Elle Thorpe

She raised a shoulder. “But whatever your guys are into, whatever you’ve found yourself in, I’ve probably seen and done worse.” Her laughter filled the car. “I just need a friend. I don’t know anyone here, and I’ve never been alone in my whole life.” She sniffed. “Wow. Sorry. I just really dumped all that in your lap, and now you probably think I’m a desperate loser who needs therapy for her family issues.” I shook my head. “I could really use a friend too.” I took a deep breath then let out the words in a rush. “I watched a man get decapitated, and then I watched my best friend bleed out in front of me, and those three guys we’re following? They all murder people ’cause they like it.” I waited for Nyah to admit my story was worse than hers. For her to be shocked or worse, fearful. I waited for her to slam her foot down on the brakes and demand I get out of her car. Her stolen car, but I guessed it was still hers more than mine. But she just gripped the wheel tighter. “Sorry about your friend.” Out of everything she could have said, that was probably the most normal response I could have imagined. I burst out into uncontrollable laughter. Nyah’s expression morphed to concern, but just as quickly turned into laughter of her own. “Did we just become best friends?” I was pretty sure we had.