Victims of His Vengeance (Senoia Cozy Mystery Book 6) by Susan Harper

Author:Susan Harper [Harper, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Fairfield Publishing
Published: 2017-08-20T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

“This safe room has been compromised!” Agent Toft exclaimed as he placed the VHS tape down on the coffee table. “I’m calling Agent Ryan. All of you stay put. There’s a landline phone in the back. Do not watch that tape. Alert me immediately if there is anyone trying to get inside.” The man hurried into one of the back bedrooms.

“Well, we are of course going to watch it,” Felicity said, snatching up the VHS tape.

“He said not to,” Jack warned.

“No offense, Jack, but if I had listened to you back on my first case, Kirk Mont would probably still be at large,” Felicity said as she rewound the tape.

“I’m a small-town cop you chose to ignore,” Jack said. “These guys are FBI. If they tell you to leave something alone, they are certainly not kidding around.”

“Oh, shut up Jack,” Monte said. “Felicity, play the tape.”

She pressed play, and as soon as she did, she was jolted back in surprise by the sound of a woman’s screams coming from the television. “Whitney!” Brittany exclaimed, the first to recognize the woman on the television.

It was an image of a well, and Whitney was struggling at the bottom to stay afloat. “Let me out! Let me out!” Whitney cried repeatedly.

Felicity glanced back at her friends. Jefferson looked pale, and he reached out and put a hand on Brittany’s shoulder. Jack reached around and wrapped his arms around Brittany completely. Dawn looked away, burying her face in Monte’s chest while Monte stared wide-eyed. Veronica fell into the couch, closing her eyes and covering her ears. Autumn stood there, stoic as ever.

Whitney was not really like the other criminals they had put away. She had conspired to kill her own husband and frame Jefferson for the crime, but she had dated Jefferson when they were kids. She was Brittany’s sister. Veronica and Dawn had been friends with the woman since high school. Felicity and Autumn had even started to become friends with her before she had tried to kill Nick. They knew her quite personally.

Agent Toft came darting back into the room, his gun drawn at the sound of screams. “What is this?” he exclaimed. “I told you not to watch this!” He looked at the television. “That’s Whitney Fontant!” he shouted and proceeded to stand there watching the film. “Our killer must have stashed this in here for you to find.”

“Whitney is a terrible swimmer!” Brittany said. “We have to find her!”

“Sweetheart,” Agent Toft spoke gently. “We don’t know how long ago this video was shot. She might be—”

“No!” Brittany pulled away from Jack and Jefferson and pointed a finger in the agent’s face. “That creep put this video in here for a reason. He wants us to try to find Whitney! It’s a game! A sick, twisted game!”

“Maybe he left us some sort of clue?” Felicity asked, glancing around the room. The group seemed to awaken from their horrified trances and dispersed immediately. Looking for something—anything—that the killer might have left to tell them where Whitney was.

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