Secrets We Bury by Debra Webb

Author:Debra Webb [Webb, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: psychiatrist, Secrets, family secrets, detective, undertaker, homicide cop, seriel killer, mystery, psychopath, twins sisters
Goodreads: 40813645
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2019-04-30T00:00:00+00:00

Two hours earlier…

Dharma told her eyes to open but they refused.

He’d put her into a bathtub. Washed her body…her hair. She’d lain there unable to move like someone paralyzed.

Why wouldn’t her eyes open?

The drug. She wasn’t sure what kind, but he’d kept her disabled since bringing her here. She’d bumped into him after her run on Monday night. He’d smiled and suggested they get coffee. She’d been only too happy to climb into his car. She liked him, felt comfortable with him. Wanted something better in her life.

Why had she trusted him?

He’d seemed so nice. Peter had been out of town again and she’d needed someone. This man understood how to talk to a woman. They’d never even kissed, yet he made her yearn to have his strong arms around her…to feel his lips on her body.

Didn’t matter that he was far older than her…he made her feel things she had stopped feeling for Peter months ago.

She should have known he was too good to be true. Men like that didn’t exist anymore outside romance novels. His kindness and attentiveness were only about luring in the next victim.

She was the next victim. She was going to die.

Tears seared down her skin. Though she couldn’t open her eyes or move a single part of her body, she could cry. Lying on her back, the hot, salty drops slid down her skin, disappearing into her freshly washed hair.

“Now, now,” he murmured as he wiped the tears away with a soft cloth, “no need to cry. It will be over soon.”

Open! Her mind screamed but her eyes refused to obey. Move! She ordered her right arm to move but it would not. Then her left. Still nothing.

He lifted her head and placed something around her neck. She felt the rough texture press into the soft skin at her throat. Her brain struggled to identify the texture. Rug? Burlap? Rope.

The realization formed in her foggy brain at the same time she felt the rope tighten around her throat.

She told herself to struggle. She could not. Tried her best to suck more air into her lungs. Didn’t work. Then she felt herself being pulled upward.

Tighter…tighter…the rope cut into her skin. Higher and higher, it pulled her upward until her feet dangled in the air.

Until she could not breathe at all.

She was dying.

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