Deadly Sins by Cheryl Bradshaw

Author:Cheryl Bradshaw [Bradshaw, Cheryl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cheryl Bradshaw
Published: 2019-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

I poked my head inside the kitchen. A short, plump woman stirring a large metal pot of soup squinted at me and tipped her head to the side. “The toilet is over there.”

“I’m looking for Leo.”

“He went out back for a smoke. Be about five minutes or so, I’d reckon.”

“He said I could join him, but he must have forgotten to tell me.”

She pointed at the back door. “He’s just through here.”

“Thanks.”

“No worries.”

I stepped outside and looked around. I didn’t see him. A swirling mist of vapor wafted around the side of the building, peppering the air with a layer of smoke. I crept toward it, but he’d heard the back door open. He jerked his head around the corner, dropped his cigarette on the ground, and took off running, confirming my suspicions.

He had something to hide.

I chased after him. “Stop! I just want to talk.”

He crossed the street and stuck a key into the door of a tiny, red, bubble—shaped coupe and got inside. Fortunately, I was prepared for such an event. I produced the steak knife I’d stolen from the bar’s counter and stabbed it into his front tire. It was a clean slit, flattening out just enough to keep him from going anywhere fast.

I knocked on the car window. “Get out.”

“I can’t believe ... why did you ... why would you do that?”

“I asked you to stop running. You didn’t.”

“And that makes it okay to slash my tires?”

“Tire,” I clarified.

“What?”

“It was one tire. Get out of the car.”

“No.”

He started the engine.

I fisted my hand. “I’ll bust your window out too, but you’re not leaving.”

He raised his hands. “All right, all right. Just stop ... okay?”

“Turn the car off.”

He complied.

“Why did you run?”

“I knew it. I knew this would happen.”

“Knew what would happen?” I asked.

His eyes darted in every direction, paranoid, like he was searching for something or someone.

“Where is he—waiting for me to get off work? I had no idea. Okay?”

Apparently, I didn’t either.

“He, ahh, just wants to talk,” I said.

“Yeah, right, before he has me beaten up or worse, right? I know why you’re here. I don’t want any hassles. Tell Mr. Ashby I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

It was a confession, just not the one I expected. “Unlock the door so we can talk.”

“How do I know you won’t—”

“I won’t.”

He smeared the sweat off his brow and unlocked the side door. I got in.

“I’m going to be honest with you, okay?” I said. “And then I want you to be honest with me. Deal?”

He nodded.

“I don’t know who Mr. Ashby is.”

“Then why have you been following me all day?”

“I haven’t been.”

He wrapped his hands around the steering wheel, kneading it. “I’m losing it.”

“I want to talk to you about Marissa Calhoun.”

“Who?”

“The girl who died in the lagoon. You met her at the bachelorette party a couple nights ago.”

“I, yeah, I did.”

“All I want to know is what happened on the night she died. I’m trying to piece it all together.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.

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