Laughing, I picked her up and twirled her around in the air.
This was what life was all about.
This was what happiness truly was.
It might have taken me a while to figure out what she meant to my life, but I wasn’t blind to it anymore. Oh no, I was well aware of what Sasha Adams-DeWitt was.
She was my life.
Four hours later…
We’d just finished up a FaceTime conversation with my grandparents, Hurst and Linda, who were in Texas and coming to visit for New Year’s Eve, and now I was sitting outside talking to my brothers and Remy.
“Hey,” Remy murmured as he leaned in closer to me. “That information you wanted me to find out about Fita Rogers?”
Nodding, I waited.
“I’ve got it. Two sorority hopefuls were admitted to hospital with poisoning after a hazing stunt went wrong two years ago. A month later, a girl was committed to a psychiatric facility because of things that were done to her. There’s no record of what exactly those were as the girl couldn’t even bring herself to speak about them, but she was released three months ago into her parents’ care. It’ll be a long journey for her, though.”
I blinked as I ground my teeth together. “That could have been Sasha. That’s what they were trying to do, break her down mentally.”
“Agreed. Since then, there have been several hospitalizations linked to the sorority and its hazing methods. One eighteen-year-old was admitted a month ago with a wound on her leg that almost severed her femoral artery after they told her to climb out of a window to fetch one of their dogs, then they dropped the window down as she did it. A detective noted that the wood was rotting under the glass pane, but it’d also been pried apart, and the pane had been shifted down into the gap.”
“Why the fuck isn’t she in prison, Remy?” I hissed, keeping my voice as low as I could. “That’s assault or attempted murder.”
“They didn’t find her fingerprints on it. She was there, but the girl swears no one pushed the window down and that it just dropped after she got her leg through it. She was just about to do the same with the other leg when there was a noise, and the glass went into her thigh.”
“She’s lucky she didn’t lose her leg or her life.”
“I’ve sent an anonymous tip to the detective whose name’s on the case, telling him who to speak to and where to get all of the information on Fita.”
Looking at him, I took in how pissed he looked. “What else did you find?”
“Blackmail. Her emails proved Fita has a long history of blackmailing people going back as far as middle school. This also includes principals, teachers, lecturers at college, other students, and her parents’ next door neighbor.”
“Am I going to want to know what the blackmail was about?”
Shaking his head, he took a mouthful of his beer. “Definitely not. I didn’t even want to know half of that shit and trust me, I’ll never be able to get it out of my brain.”
Knowing I’d regret it, I cracked my neck in preparation. “Tell me.”
He was right. I didn’t want to know.
A fifteen-year-old Fita seducing her fifty-eight-year-old neighbor and threatening to report him for rape was sickening, but a sixteen-year-old version of her blackmailing the principal with the same thing even though he’d have emails to prove it’d been consensual almost made me puke. Neither man did the right or legal thing, but the sections of emails Remy read out showed what a twisted little psycho Fita was.
Added into the fuckery was the number of fires or mishaps that happened to her victims. The principal had lost his arm because of an electric shock that’d almost taken his life, and the neighbor had a heart attack, even though he was a healthy man. The coroner had noted some unexplained and suspicious puncture wounds on him, and it scared the fuck out of me.
When he was finished, I had my head resting in my hands as I stared blindly at my feet.
“She’s a psychopath, Remy. What the fuck do I do?”
“We have to hope the detective who receives the package I sent him finds a way to get the evidence needed to lock her up. I’ve also sent copies of the college related stuff to the dean, so she may well be losing her place there and her scholarship.”
I didn’t want to ask the question, but I needed to know. “Was there anything about Sasha in there?”
“I won’t share that shit with you.” His tone made it clear he wouldn’t bend on that at all, no matter how hard I pushed him.
“You’ll lose it, and your focus needs to be on her, yourself, and finishing college so you can find the evidence we need in cases like this to make a difference. I’m sending it to the right people and meeting with a couple of others while I’m here, so we’ll hopefully have her put away.”