Jameson by Nicole James

Author:Nicole James [James, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-09-05T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Ava walked up to her front door. It was late by the time she finally left the shop with her new tattoo. A bandage covered it, extending down along her hip. Digging into her purse for her keys, she didn’t notice the vandalism until she was on the porch and reached out to slip the key in the lock. She gasped as she took in her door.

Spray painted in bright red was the word SLUT.

Ava’s eyes immediately darted all around her, searching for someone watching. Who could have done this? Was it that crazy girl who was stalking Jameson, the one who threw the drink in her face? Ava could see this being her style. Or maybe that scary biker who she’d seen on the corner and had approached her car. But somehow, she just couldn’t picture him bothering with graffiti. He seemed more like the type who’d show up at her door when she was home, not scrawl a vulgar message on it.

What about Dr. Ashton? He’d seemed to go off the deep end when she had replaced him. He’d reacted so angrily. Was he capable of something like this? Her mind went in a thousand directions, trying to figure out who would have done this.

She glanced around again and then hurried inside.

Once in, she slammed the door and threw the deadbolt. Leaning back against the wood, she flipped the lights on and scanned the room. She didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and it was dead quiet. Pulling her cell from her bag, she dialed her sister.

“Hey, Ava. How was work tonight?” her sister’s bright cheery voice came through the earpiece.

“Steffy, someone vandalized my front door.”

“What? How?”

“They spray-painted the word slut in bright red.”

“Oh, my God. Did you call the police?”

“I just got home.”

“Come over here. I don’t want you there alone. I mean it, Ava.”

“I’m fine.”

“Do you know who did it?”

“I have a couple of ideas.”

“I’m coming over, and we’re talking about this. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“Yes, I do.”

Five minutes later, Ava opened the door when she heard her sister pull up and waited on the porch. Steffy walked up with a bag containing a gallon of ice cream. She was in sweat pants, flip-flops, and a baggy shirt, her hair up in a twist.

“Holy shit,” she commented, taking in the vandalism.

“I know. It’s bad. Come on, get inside.”

“We can paint it tomorrow,” Steffy offered as she followed Ava in, heading straight to the kitchen table to sit down.

Ava sat across from her with two spoons, tucking her foot under her butt. Passing one spoon to her sister, Ava scooped up a spoonful of ice cream direct from the carton.

“So spill. Who do you think did it?”

Ava told her about the three she’d come up with.

Steffy pulled her spoon from her mouth, frowning. “Wait a minute… back the train up. How come you didn’t tell me about this biker or this stalker chick?”

“I didn’t want you to worry.” Ava avoided her eyes, her spoon going back for more.

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