Choose You by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blake Pierce
Published: 2023-05-19T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

Daisy felt better in the morning when she woke up.

She’d expected to be sore from the terrible mattress, but she wasn’t too bad. The night air had done her good too. She hadn’t had any more bad dreams, and so morning had come quickly. She showered in the en-suite bathroom, changed, and even made her way downstairs to the kitchen with only a few wrong turns.

“Oh, dear, it’s barely eight in the morning! I didn’t realize you were such an early riser,” Rachel said from her spot at the stove, where she was flipping omelets. “I would’ve brought you something. Do you like eggs?”

“No thanks,” she said, motioning a bowl of fruit. “Mind if I just take a banana?”

“Not at all, dear,” she said with a wave as Daisy took a piece of fruit and, peeling it, headed out the back door to the servants’ quarters.

The place looked like a fraternity house. There were beer cans scattered everywhere as well as other trash. She saw a man passed out under a tree, apparently asleep in his own vomit. It seemed that while there might not have been much cause for festivities in the main house, the partying culture was still alive and well here in the servants’ dormitory.

Daisy was gnawing on her banana as she passed the drunk man, and as soon as she did, he roused, moaning, and sending a gust of foul-smelling air toward her. Her stomach turned, and the banana in her mouth suddenly tasted bad. She swallowed it with difficulty as she reached the front door and knocked.

Nobody answered, and as she peered through the window, she noticed the main hallway was in just as terrible condition as the grounds around the house. There were bottles and cups on every surface, something spilled on the white tile floor, and dirty footprints tracking through it. She tried the doorknob, and it opened.

Stepping inside, the stench of old beer and cigarettes was enough to make her eyes water. “Hello?” she called, looking to her right and left. There was a hallway on either side, but no sign of life. She crept down one of the halls to find a darkened common room with a number of people passed out on couches.

She was about to turn around when a voice said, “What do you want?”

Daisy let her eyes adjust to the lack of light. In the corner, she saw a girl in braids, sitting on a beanbag chair, smoking a cigarette, and scrolling through her phone. She couldn’t have been more than twenty.

“Hi . . . I’m a detective looking into the murder of Marv Freeman. I’m looking into the servants who were here the day he was killed.”

She exhaled a long cloud of smoke. “I thought the police had already interviewed all of us.”

“Yes, but I am an independent detective and have more questions,” she said, taking out her list of servants. “And you are . . .”

“Dara. Dara Freely. His masseuse.”

“Oh,” she said, scanning her list. Sure enough, Dara’s name was on it.

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