Beyond Anon by Giglio Peter

Author:Giglio, Peter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror
Publisher: Hydra Publications
Published: 2014-01-20T05:00:00+00:00

—Chapter Seven—

1

Hours later—Detective Ron McCluskey snooping around the house—Michelle wished she hadn’t called the police. But what else could she do? Nowhere to go, fleeing with a corpse in the backseat seemed like a terrible idea, even in her bizarre situation.

All the evidence tagged and bagged, McCluskey was the only cop who lingered. Early morning sunlight cast dust-filled rays across the living room. Michelle took another sip of coffee. In the kitchen, a cupboard door banged shut.

Michelle jerked back and saw the detective step into the room. He sat in a chair across from her and pulled out a notepad.

“I told you everything,” Michelle said.

“Yeah,” he said with a scowl, “but none of it makes any sense to me.”

“How do you think I feel?”

He nodded then wrote something down. Looked up. “I worked Homicide in Denver for seven years, Ms. Breedlove. Hated it. First decent offer in Cow Town, I took it. Haven’t seen a knife lodged in a body for—”

“I’m sorry,” Michelle said. “But I don’t know what this has to do—”

“Something isn’t right here,” the detective said. “There’s something you’re hiding from me. I can tell. Maybe we should take a trip to the station. You might be a little more cooperative there.”

Michelle slowly shook her head.

McCluskey heaved a sigh then closed his notepad. “Your prints were on the murder weapon.”

“Like I told you, it was a knife from the house. I use those blades all the time.”

“But there are no signs of forced entry. How did the—”

“I told you everything!” Michelle shouted, leaning forward. “Every goddamn thing I know!”

A new voice echoed through the room: “Motive!”

Michelle and the detective turned, a tall man in a suit gliding from the kitchen.

“Hello, Mr. Winslow,” McCluskey said nervously.

Michelle knew nothing about police procedure, but this seemed a thousand miles from right. Then again, everything in her life was askew. Why should this be any different?

Winslow waved the detective out of his seat then took his place across from Michelle. “That’s what it all comes down to, isn’t it?” he said with a grin. He shot Michelle a wink then looked up at McCluskey. “Why don’t you get home to that lovely wife of yours and let me talk to the girl for a while?”

“Of course,” the detective replied. Stepping out of the house, he turned to Michelle and said, “I’ll be in touch,” then slammed the front door.

The embodiment of smug, Winslow leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. “Well,” he said, “you certainly stepped in shit, little girl.”

Eyes narrowing, she felt ice water coursing through her veins. Much as she wanted to plunge a knife in Winslow’s heart, she could hardly move. “Stupid fucking game,” she growled.

His smile faded. “Spoken like a loser.”

“Or a player without a stake?”

“Could be you’re playing for the wrong side. Have you considered that?”

She looked at her watch then back to Winslow. “I have to be at work in an hour, so if you could find a way to speed the creepy, that’d be great.

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