Chapter 15
“What are you talking about?” Dylan hissed into the phone. “That’s not funny!”
“What do I do? I’m freaking out here. This is f****d up, man!”
Dylan could tell from Casey’s voice that he wasn’t joking. Could Bennett really be dead? His appetite vanished and he choked down the last swallow of mushy fries in his mouth.
“What happened?” Dylan asked, trying to remain calm.
“We were hanging out, watching TV, and I went to the bathroom,” Casey explained. “When I came out, he said he wanted more beer, so I left. The place across the street was closed, so I had to drive a little ways. I just got back and spotted Bennett outside behind that dumpster. His shirt was wrapped around his neck.”
“Same way Chad died,” Dylan said quietly. There was no way that was a coincidence.
“Who the h
