Fate's Edge by T.G. Ayer

Author:T.G. Ayer [Ayer, T.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Infinite Ink Books
Published: 2018-01-27T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

Stavros stared, his face going red. Then he raced across the drive and disappeared inside the house. Seconds later there was a rumble of loud voices, a high-pitched female shrieking adding to the compilation.

Then Stavros hung out of the window and yelled, “Stop that ambulance. We need to search that woman. She has the murder weapon.”

Donna was leaning out of the back of the ambulance, about to close the double doors. “Ugh, not that asshole again,” she mumbled. She did, however, refrain from closing the doors.

She hurried to the front of the van and spoke to Tim who shut the engine off and came to sit beside me. “What do they want?” he asked her.

“Something about needing to search Ms Odel over here for the gun.”

Tim frowned. “Tell them it’s a waste of time. Where the hell is she supposed to have hidden anything?”

“Tell that blockhead when he gets here then,” she grumbled as she unhooked the straps in preparation for the search.

Two cops were hurrying over to the ambulance, and one of them spoke as they drew closer. “Sarge, the gun was on the floor when the paramedics put the girl on the stretcher. She had no possible way of touching the weapon. There’s no point in searching her. We’re probably just going to end up hurting her.”

The sergeant seemed to agree and paused at the foot of the stretcher. “I’m sorry Miss, but we do need to do a search. Lombardi, could you help us out here?” She nodded and leaned over, opening my shirt so they could see I had nothing strapped to my torso. She raised each of my arms, then laid them carefully at my side. Then she ran her hands down my thighs making it clear nothing hid beneath the tight leather pants. At my ankles, she lifted the hem of my pants revealing my ankle boot and the knives in the sides of each of them.

There was a grin on her face when she removed them and placed them both inside a ziplock bag. She handed the weapons over to the cops who both looked amused. “Clearly Stavros over there is a little incompetent in his security role. Keep that safe for our…killer over here, okay boys?”

It was clear from her tone and from the cops’ expressions that none of them considered me a potential killer, and that all of them thought Stavros was suspect.

The sergeant stuffed my knives into his jacket pocket and then turned to yell at Stavros in the upstairs window only to find him racing out the front door. Before the cop could say a word, the man skidded to a stop in front of him and said, “Give it to me.”

The cop’s back was facing me, and I was disappointed not to be able to see his expression. Spine straight he said, “Give you what? She had no gun on her.”

“What did you put in your pocket?” he yelled, stepping closer to the cop. The sergeant took a step back, but Stavros was determined.

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