Fatal Allure Collection by Woods Martha

Author:Woods, Martha
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

I wake up to the sound my cell phone buzzing. I pick it up and looked at the screen. Rick. Has something happened? Has another body turned up?

“Hi,” I say groggily into the phone. It had been extremely late when I finally managed to fall into a fitful sleep last night. Even after three showers, I felt dirty. I don’t think I’ll ever feel clean again.

“You need to get down to the station, Amy. As quickly as you can.”

“Has something happened?” I sit up, alert now.

“I’ll explain when you get here.” Rick hangs up. I sit for a moment thinking about what it could be. It can’t be another body – he’d need me on the scene. Maybe the lab results have come back and the hair doesn’t belong to James after all.

I push the covers back and hop out of bed. The shriek of pain I feel running down my right side tells me I should have been more cautious. I slowly remove my t-shirt and lift my arm, looking at myself in the full-length mirror. I gasp. The whole right side of my rib cage is a mottle of purples and blues.

I check my wrists. They too bear purple marks, though they are nowhere near as angry looking as my ribs. I turn to face the mirror head on. I have clear finger prints on my breast.

I feel anger surging through me. I feel powerless, weak. No, I think. I won’t allow him to turn me into a victim.

It’s not like I can report it. Then Rick would know I followed James. But it doesn’t matter. Vincent has already made James pay for what he did to me.

I can’t help but smile when I think of Vincent, and how he came to my rescue. I laugh at my own sentimentality. What happened to me? I’m supposed to be a cynic.

Slowly, I get dressed and make my way to my car. I am sure to wear a long-sleeved turtleneck. The last thing I need is Rick seeing the bruises. I arrived at the station and go straight up to Rick’s office.

“Sit down, Amy,” he says as I enter. I sit in the chair opposite his.

“What’s up?” I ask.

“An officer went to question Mr. Roberts this morning. He wasn’t at home. His office said he didn’t show up to work this morning.”

There is no way Rick knows I have any knowledge of this. I shrugged, careful not to let the pain from my ribs show on my face. “So, he did a runner. Looks like someone who’s guilty to me,” I say simply.

Rick frowns at me. “A coworker reported seeing James leave the office last night and a woman who matches your description following him. Amy, level with me here. Did you follow James Roberts yesterday?”

“No!” I say, trying to inject just the right level of righteous indignation into my voice. “Believe it or not, following creeps through the city isn’t my idea of a fun day.”

Rick ignores my comment and my righteous indignation.

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