Ravyn: Til Death Do Us Part by TL Fisher

Author:TL Fisher [Fisher, TL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Selling Your Soul

I check out of my villa early to beat the desert heat and curious eyes. A pothole shifts me in my seat as I pull into the tiny lot behind the gallery under a fire escape. There is no fire escape in my apartment, so this must lead to the area behind the locked door. My heart pounds against my ribs when I picture Nate climbing up the grated stairs, cornering me in my apartment where I have nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run.

My fear seems ridiculous, yet part of me accepts the possibility he will eventually find me. He is humiliated. I’ve exposed his lies to the world, he will never allow my retaliation to go unpunished. He will never stop looking. Never. Forfeiting is not something Nate is capable of.

I climb both long flights of stairs twice to move what minuscule crap I own into the apartment. My paintings rest neatly in the corner of the living room as I lug my Wally World wardrobe upstairs. By the time I’m finished, my lungs burn as bad as my thighs. I’m either going to be in great shape, or I’m going to die of a heart attack. Right now, the heart attack feels like a more likely outcome.

I would love to take a nap, but my curiosity has been gnawing away at me all morning. I want to know what’s going on with the investigation. The thought of climbing these steps again is agonizing, but I need a laptop.

I spend all afternoon filling my car with art supplies, electronics, food and all of the other bullshit I need to survive on my own. The stack of cash in my wallet grows thin, but I know there is more where this came from. I’m sure Mr. Kershaw can overnight me more if I need it.

My hollow bones climb the stairs for the fifth time, today. People of all shapes and sizes pass down the sidewalk, living their normal lives as I set up my easel in front of my wall of windows. I glance down at each face wondering what their life is like … what they’re thinking about. This inspires me to paint, but I’m too eshausted. Instead, I pour myself a glass of Jameson and fire up my new laptop.

I scour the web for any news on my disappearance. It doesn’t take long to find an article in our local newspaper. The heading in the New Orleans Tribune reads—

Local Architect Taken into Custody in Connection with Missing Wife

One day after his wife vanished, Nate Jenkins stood on his front step and addressed a mob of reporters in a somber plea.

“I was called home by a friend when my wife wouldn’t answer the door. I searched the house and nothing. It is like she simply vanished. I feel like I’m living a nightmare I can’t wake up from. In my heart, I know she’s out there somewhere. I pray she is safe. I will find her. I will use every resource I have to find her.

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