Kiss Me, Kill Me by Allison Brennan Read Free Book Online

and Kirsten start seeing each other?”
    “We’ve been friends since she moved here.”
    “You know what I mean.”
    Trey shrugged. “It wasn’t like that. I mean, we were friends, and then we went to homecoming last year and started being more than just friends.”
    “And you broke up when?”
    “Right before school started.”
    “Why?”
    “Who the fuck cares why?”
    “We do.”
    Trey scowled. “That has nothing to do with this.”
    Sean pushed, trying to get the truth out of Trey. “Did you put that sex tape on the Internet? Or pressure Kirsten to do it? Is that why Kirsten broke up with you?”
    “ I broke it off with Kirsten. I didn’t want to, but—” He cut himself off.
    Sean grew irritated. “Look, Trey, I’m tired of twenty questions, so I’m going to lay it all out for you. I’m a computer security specialist and I’m retrieving every single piece of data off Kirsten’s computer, even files she deleted.” Sean might not be able to re-create all the files, but the kid didn’t need to know that. “We know Kirsten has skipped town at least five times since the start of the school year—which, according to you, is right after you broke it off with her. But this time, she didn’t come back. Some people think she ran away, possibly with a boyfriend, but her mom and dad deserve to know the truth. And I think you know where she went.”
    Trey set his mouth in a tight line. He stared at the back of his hands as if counting the hairs.
    Patrick picked up where Sean left off. “You made a big show of concern on the Internet—on Kirsten’s Web page, in her email. I’ll bet if we pulled your phone records it’d show you called her number a dozen times. You know, I used to be a cop, and I worked a case where a guy killed his wife, then made a big show of trying to reach her—calling her friends, calling her cell phone that he’d tossed in the lake along with her dead body—all before filing a police report the next day. But his cleverness tripped him up. The police traced his outgoing cell calls back to the lake where he dumped her body—he made the first so-called worried phone call right after he killed her.”
    Trey stared, pale. “You think Kirsten’s dead ?”
    “The jury’s still out,” Sean said, “but we’re concerned.” He considered what Lucy had said about the layout of her room, and bluffed based on the evidence. “We found a log of multiple deleted video files, and considering the layout of her bedroom and the digital recording of you and her getting down and dirty, we don’t believe that was a one-time show.”
    “Did you post the video on the Internet?” Patrick demanded.
    “I wouldn’t do that! We just did it for fun.” He bit his lip.
    “You’re lying.” Patrick slammed his palm on the table. Trey jumped. Even Sean was surprised at his partner’s sudden outburst. Patrick was usually the calm, even-tempered Kincaid.
    Reluctant, Trey said, “Kirsten posted it. We recorded us, you know, and then she found this website and thought it would be fun to put it up there.” Trey’s neck reddened. Physical embarrassment was hard to fake. “I told her to take it down, but she didn’t. I was so mad I broke it off. We didn’t talk for a couple months, but after she and her mom got in this huge fight she came to my house and we just, I guess, made up.”
    “You mean you had sex?” Patrick said.
    “No! Kirsten is really screwed up right now. Her mother was lying to her about a bunch of stuff, and when she ran away the first couple times I thought she’d gone back to California—but she didn’t want to be with her dad, either. She couldn’t wait until she turned eighteen and could leave.”
    “What did Kirsten think her mother was lying to her about?”
    “It’s not my place to say.”
    “If it factors into why Kirsten ran away and where she might be, spill it,” Sean said.
    Trey relented, as if relieved to get the information off his chest. “Her mom told