The Chelsea Girl Murders by Sparkle Hayter

Author:Sparkle Hayter
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781497678354
Publisher: Open Road Media

chapter ten

The Sisters of the Wretched Souls convent sits on three bucolic, well-secured acres in one of the back settlements just south of the Hamptons, where many of the finer grocers and tonier celeb eateries stock the cakes and pastries produced by the Sisters. Well before you see the convent, you smell it. The air was full of the smell of hot sugar, vanilla, and chocolate from the bakery operation. The only thing marring this pleasant, sugary vision of peace and love was the razor wire and the electrified fence. The razor wire atop the abbey’s high stone walls had gone up after several of the statues in the convent garden were stolen by crack addicts. Lewd, racist, satanic, and antinun graffiti on the stone walls had, the previous year, inspired the electrified fence. Phil and his buddies had installed that electrified fence, and he assured me that this was one of the safest places in the tristate area.

Phil had met us downstairs on Twenty-second Street in a car he’d borrowed to take us out there, so there’d be no record of the journey with a cab or a car service. Meanwhile, I’d hustled Rocky out in the dead of night. Figuring Rocky would not leave without the right incentive, despite the obvious threat, I told him Phil thought he had tracked down Nadia at a house in Long Island.

“Where is it?”

“I don’t know. Phil found her. He won’t tell me exactly where she is out of concern for her safety,” I said.

The sweet look he got on his immature little mug when he heard about Nadia almost made me feel bad for lying to him. But, you know, it was for a higher purpose, i.e., saving his little hide. Even then, he didn’t make it easy for me.

“I’m afraid to leave the apartment,” he admitted. “Maybe you should bring Nadia here.”

“No, we have to go there. Both of us,” I said.

“Can I call my parents and tell them?” he said, picking up the telephone expertly, as if he’d been using it by himself all his life.

“Wait until we actually see her,” I said. “Besides, this phone could be tapped or someone might monitor my cell phone. We have to be extra careful from here on in.”

It wasn’t until we drove within the convent walls that I ’fessed up.

“Nadia isn’t here, Rocky. Sorry to lie to you.…” I began.

“But how will I find Nadia? Take me home.”

“Home? And where might that be exactly?” I asked.

“I’m leaving,” he said.

“You’re going to walk back?” Phil asked.

It was a fair hike just to get back to the electrified gate, then a good mile to a main road and a couple of miles to public transportation.

“But—”

“You’re safe here, mate,” Phil said. “And all the cake you can eat.”

“Rocky, I was followed and attacked by men in masks last night and they asked about you, Nadia, and a baby. You are not safe at the Chelsea.”

I showed him the cross. “Does this mean anything to you?”

“Oh my Godt,” he said, in the same way Nadia said “God.

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