Tapping my foot impatiently, I banged on the door again, a little louder this time.

"Smacking her door at three in the morning is not a good idea," Finlay said awkwardly as he stood beside me looking around the empty hallway.

Candice's apartment, to my surprise, was also downtown. A few blocks away from the club. The apartment was shitty trash like you see in horror movies with the lack of lights.

I'm still not convinced that Finlay's girlfriend lives here.

"Afraid you'll catch her in the bed with someone else?" I scoffed, side-glancing at Finlay.

"Naw!" His brows snapped.

"Then what's the problem?" I crossed my arms.

"This place looks shady and not safe for a girl to come here alone-"

"Candice must be used to-"

"I'm talking about you." He looked at me intensely.

Gulping, I glanced away from him, and the thought of him worrying about me made me giddy. Then I frowned.

What?

I'm feeling giddy because a ghost is worried about me.

Shit Amber, you need to get a grip on yourself.

"Open it already..." I thumped my fist on the door.

I'm sure the neighbor must be woken up, but not this girl.

"Maybe she's not home-" Finlay was cut off when the door burst open and Candice stood in front of us in nothing but a pink negligee barely covering her private parts.

"Found you," I smirked and her sleepy glare turned into a shock awakening when she recognized me.

Instead of inviting me inside, which I knew she wouldn't do, she was about to slam the door, but I placed my foot on the doorframe and pushed it on my shoulder.

"Go away!" She grumbled and with force closed it.

I feel sorry for my foot.

"No f**king way!" I screamed and shoved the door.

Candice stumbled back, and I entered her apartment, with Finlay following me.

"What the f**k?!" she shrieked and picked up her phone, which was on the nearby table. "Get out of my apartment or I'll call the police."

"Go ahead," I smirked and gestured to her. "I'm sure they'll be happy to hear about Finlay from you." Now that made her pause.

Gotcha!

"What do you want?" She growled, clenching her phone.

"Just a little friendly chat." I walked towards the worn-out couch to sit, but my face scrunched at the sight of it. "Did you do it here?"

"None of your concern." She snapped.

"I'll take that as a yes." I bobbed my head and stood in the middle of her messy living room... If you even call this tiny room that.

I observed the clothes scattered around with beer cans. The smell of weed lingered in the room and my eyes darted to Finlay, who was quietly scrutinizing his girlfriend.

"That's my... Girlfriend?" He dropped his head like a cute puppy.

"Don't get a hard-on." I snorted, and that made both his and Candice's eyes focus on me.

"What?" She frowned, and I shook my head.

"Nothing."

"Then why are you here, and how did you even find me?" She crossed her arms.

"I'm here to ask about Finlay."

"Who?" she said deadpan.

"Uh... Finlay Reed?" I tilted my head.

"This is the first time I ever heard this name." She said nonchalantly and plopped on the couch while my brows knitted in confusion.

"Liar!" I stormed and stood in front of her. "You were at the club with him the day he had that accident!"

"Do you have any proof?" She raised her brow, making me halt. "Exactly."

"Bit*h, you said you were his girlfriend!"

"I don't have a boyfriend." She shrugged. "I don't date."

What the...

I whirled my head to Finlay, who wasn't looking much shocked.

There is something wrong.

"Why were you surprised to see me at the door?" I crossed my arms.

"Because I saw a slut banging on my door at three in the morning!"

"Oh, shut it!" I snapped and pointed at her. "That night you claimed to be his girlfriend and now you're going to pretend that you don't even know him! Like I'll believe this bullsh*t!"

"I don't know what you are talking about." She gritted through her teeth slowly and I smirked.

"Say that when that ex-Bill of yours confesses your betrayal in front of the police," I said, making her eyes go wide.

"W-what?" She shuddered, and I knew I caught her.

"I'm sure the police will come running here and arrest you for murdering your boyfriend!" I bluffed.

"Hey, I'm not dead!" Finlay screamed from the corner but I was concentrated on Blondie.

"I didn't kill him!" She jolted from her seat.

"Tell that to the police!" I laughed.

"I-I didn't know what he was planning, and he told me to bring him there..." She trailers off, clenching her hair.

"He?" I took a step towards her, but she slammed her mouth. "Spill blondie... Tell me everything before I call Agent Conner from the FBI, who is also my friend-" Finlay coughed, and I shot him a glare. "And he'll throw you into jail."

"J-jail?" She shuddered. "A-A guy told me to bring Finlay to the club and said he'll pay me for it."

"What guy?"

"I don't know. He was covered in a black hoodie, but he sounded like a Scottish."

My eyes widened, and I peeked at Finlay.

"Do you think he's the same guy that the security guard was talking about?"

"Maybe." He shrugged.

"Who are you talking to?" My eyes went to Candice, who was darting her gaze from me to the space.

"Myself," I said, then snapped my fingers at her. "Why would this Scottish guy ask Finlay, girlfriend, to bring him there?"

"I'm not his girlfriend." She said, making me halt.

"What?"

"I know Finlay from a friend of mine who used to go to the same college, and we shagged a few times and that's all."

"That's all?" I raised my brows at her. "Bit*h, better tell me everything, before I take my phone out."

"W-we were f**k buddies." She stuttered and took a step back. "But he ended things when I had feelings for him and then I never met him after until that night I called him."

"Let me get this clear." I took a breath. "A Scottish guy came out of nowhere and asked you to bring the guy which you are claiming to be in love with and you did that for money?"

"As I said, he didn't love me back, and it was a good amount." She defended.

"F**k you slut." I fumed.

"Hey!" she scowled, but I ignored her.

"Do you know anything else about the guy? Name? Face?"

"No..." She took her head.

"How did he pay you?"

"Cash."

"F**k," I grunted, rubbing my forehead. "What about Finlay?"

"I know little about him except that he was a good shag-" I rolled my eyes. "- He doesn't have any friends that I know of and he used to live in the dorm, then he moved to this apartment."

"Apartment? I want his address."

"Why?" She frowned. "The police already got that area restricted -"

"Address Blondie... Now." I gritted and her eyes widened in fear. She ran and jotted it down on the paper. "Anything else I should know of?"

She said they met a few years ago at a bar and then they made some kind of agreement to be f**k buddies. He was a mysterious guy and never talked about his family or anything. After a few times, she fell for him, but he ended things with her. She told nothing informative, and I had a feeling she was lying, but I had his address and that was enough.

"I pray you never find the love of your life, otherwise you'll kill him, too." I saluted her as it turned around. "Goodbye and hope you rot in hell, blondie!"

I slammed the door as I hurried out of the apartment.

"She's not my girlfriend," Finlay mumbled as I put my seat belt on.

"I heard her." I yawned and glanced at Finlay. "Why are you smiling?"

"Because I don't have a girlfriend." I raised my brow.

"You're a weird guy Fin."

"I certainly am." He beamed.

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