Literally Murder by Eryn Scott

Author:Eryn Scott [Scott, Eryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kristopherson Press
Published: 2017-10-22T23:00:00+00:00

12

The girl who lived there froze, her eyes wide as they took in the scene in front of her. Then she started to yell.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" was the tamest of the phrases she flung, full volume in our direction.

Ernest Hemingway once said, "Courage is grace under pressure."

I can say with one hundred percent certainty, there was not an ounce of grace in our bodies as Liv and I scrambled past her and ran out of there. I felt like Francis Macomber in Hemingway's short story, running away from that lion on his African hunting safari. Liv and I tumbled out into the hallway, past a few students who'd come out to see what the commotion was.

"Stairs," I said, pushing Liv forward around the corner. Clumsy as it had been, we'd gotten into the building. And now we needed to get up to the second floor, and fast.

My hand on her back, I propelled Liv forward—right into the expansive, uniformed chest of one of Pine Crest's finest.

We ran smack into a group of three police officers about to make their way up the stairs to the second floor, to Mindy's room. Liv's mouth opened and a mumbled apology spilled out. I tried to duck my head so no one would recognize me and report back to Alex.

Grasping Liv's arm, and hiding behind her, I wrenched her toward the front door of Howard Hall. We ran outside, hopping down the six front steps and fast-walking down the street until the building was out of sight.

"That was close." Liv panted and blinked as she stopped next to a streetlight to catch her breath.

"Too close." My heart was still pounding in my chest; worries still bounced around my brain. Had they recognized me? Would they tell Alex?

We hadn't exactly been inconspicuous, almost bowling them over and then bolting in the opposite direction. Our behavior had most certainly raised a few red flags. But they were dealing with a lot right now. I hoped it would be enough to keep us in the background of their suspicions.

"What was I thinking? Trying to beat the police to a victim's room, to what? Steal evidence before they could find it? That's illegal," I mumbled, more for myself than Liv.

But Liv answered regardless. "Yeah, that wasn't our best plan." She rubbed her hand across her face. "But don't beat yourself up too much, I went along with it, too. I think both of us are tired."

I sighed and said, "Yeah."

"Why don't we go grab some coffee. I think we could use it." Despite her wording, Liv had not said the first part as a question and this time it was her turn to grab my arm and push me around. She turned us toward Bittersweet.

The wonderful smells of coffee and cookies wrapped themselves around me as we entered the café. It was crowded and I stood at the end of a long line. Nate was back at work and gave me a knowing look in between customers.

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