Lana's Awakening by Kristin Elyon

Author:Kristin Elyon [Elyon, Kristin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Indie
Published: 2014-06-25T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Tom Tinkerton leaned against the doorway of the bedroom, lost in thought. He had dodged a bullet in this very room, but he still wondered if a ricochet was still spinning around somewhere with his name on it. He had walked in that day in the nick of time, finding Daniel standing over the girl with a fucking knife. If she had died, Tom held no doubt that he might have found himself in jail. He knew Daniel was off his rocker. Hell, deep down, he had known he would go after the girl. There was no way he could have done anything at that point, but when she went missing, he should have come here first. God only knew the depths of hell he had put her through.

But he had arrived in time to save her, and everyone had seemed to focus on that more than anything. Even the girl called him a hero at the arraignment. Some hero. If she only knew he could have saved her weeks earlier, she would probably be singing a completely different tune altogether. But she didn’t know. No one did. No one but him. And try as he might, he couldn’t get the image of that night out of his head. She was beat to shit.

He pulled his hands from his face and looked around the room again. The carpets had been replaced because of the blood. Everything had been painted too, but when he ran his fingers along the edge of the bedroom door, he could still feel the indentions where the locks had been. Daniel had never intended to let the girl go; he knew that all too well. What the fuck was he thinking?

But he knew the answer to that question; the fucker hadn’t been thinking. He was the perfect definition of fucktard. Of course, his lawyer had called it insane, and the idiot judge had agreed, so instead of prison, the son of a bitch was painting self portraits in The Westville Asylum.

The girl hadn’t come to the trial and he could understand that completely. The way she explained it, she had never managed to get a good look at his face and never wanted to. That made sense on some way, but it had still surprised him that she hadn’t wanted to be there to ask the judge to send him to prison. Just wanted to get it all behind her, she had said. Well, good luck.

He walked out of the room and headed for the front door. The furniture, the dark paneling, all gone, the room stood empty. All the paint in the world couldn’t hide the bullshit of this place. Tinkerton wouldn’t be surprised if they never rented the house again as he closed the front door behind him.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.