Saints and Sinners by Mark Stone

Author:Mark Stone [Stone, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sunday Dinner Press
Published: 2020-05-30T22:00:00+00:00

“Come on. Come on! Pick up the damn phone!” Jessie said as she heard Katie’s phone roll over to voicemail yet again. “Damnit!” she yelled, throwing the phone as hard as she could to the floorboard of the car.

“Calm down, Jessie. That’s not helping anything,” Clint said from behind the wheel of a squad car with sirens blaring. “We’re going to get there. I promise.”

The pair tore down the streets of the island as fast as they could. Their status allowed them to blast past red lights and safely maneuver through traffic using the shoulders. Luckily for them, the streets weren’t crowded today, likely because most locals were at work and most tourists were probably sleeping off what they’d drunk the night before.

“And what if we’re not quick enough?” Jessie asked, blinking back tears that were already pooling in her eyes. “This bastard has already taken one person I love from me, Dad. If he does it again—”

“He’s not going to do it again, Jess,” Clint said, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. In that sentence, Jessie heard just how much Katie meant to her father. She might not have been his daughter by blood, but she was in every other sense of the word. “If I have to run him over with this very car, I promise you, he’s not going to do that.”

Jessie sat as far forward in her seat as the belt would allow, listening to the siren blare and trying not to let her panic overtake her. She took a deep breath as her father took the last left onto the main road where Katie’s apartment-slash-hair salon was located. She had the door open and the belt whipped off before her father had even come to a stop.

“Jessie, calm down!” he shouted from behind her as she ran toward the door.

She knew he was right. Hell, a man like him was usually always right even if you didn’t want to listen to it. Still, Jessie didn’t have the luxury of waiting. She was very likely already too late.

With her heart in her throat, she made her way to the door, slamming into the locked thing in an attempt to push it open.

“Damn,” she muttered, looking at the large cartoon fish on the door. She always hated that you had to walk through the fish shop to get to the staircase leading to Katie’s apartment, but it usually didn’t matter. The shop was always open at five AM sharp, and she never saw her friend before then, even though there were times in their youth when she and Katie almost didn’t come home until after five, but that was beside the point now. As she beat on the door, palm open, she remembered what was happening. Mr. Collins, the owner and usually sole worker of the fish shop, had gone on an Alaskan cruise last Monday. He would be away for the next two weeks, and that meant the shop door would be locked.

Taking a deep breath, she scoured her mind, trying to remember what the code to the door was.

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