Trainer by Marata Eros

Author:Marata Eros [Eros, Marata]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tamara Rose Blodgett
Published: 2018-01-31T18:30:00+00:00

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Krista

Cops file into my hospital room just as Noose perches on the narrow rolling stool Sam occupied at my bedside.

“What?” I ask, sitting straight up in bed. “What’s going on?”

“Brett Rife?” A cop bellows, placing his right hand on the butt of his weapon.

“Nope,” Noose says, crossing his arms and slowly spinning in the stool. His eyes hood as he stares at the lead cop.

I don't have any idea how Noose has made it this far. He seems to relish in unraveling people.

“ID!” a second cop commands.

Noose takes his time, searching every pocket until he gives a sardonic grin. “Oh yeah, must be in my back ass pocket.”

“Where everyone else's ID always is,” one of the cops mutters sarcastically.

“This man isn't Brett Rife,” I say.

The cops look at me for a full second then bring their attention back to Noose.

He flips the wallet out and chucks it at the cop with a hovering hand above his gun. Deftly catching it, he gives Noose a withering look before reading whatever's in there.

“Sean King, age thirty, six feet four inches—” he gives Noose swift appraisal—“two-forty.”

The cop throws it back.

Noose raises his hand, and the wallet sort of folds into it from thin air.

He's got the reflexes of a cat.

The cops exchange an uneasy glance after that little maneuver.

“Do you know Brett Rife?” one asks.

“Trainer? Yeah,” Noose says in a bored way, relaxing into the narrow stool.

“Did Brett Rife harm this woman?” They look to me then back at Noose.

Unbelievable. I raise my hand. “Hello?” I wave it back and forth, and the cops turn their attention to me. Finally. “I'm ʻthis woman.ʼ For the record, my name's Krista Glass. Trainer's my boyfriend. I fell. I was not pushed, and Trainer didn't physically assault me.”

The cop appears almost disappointed. “Did anyone physically assault you, Miss Glass.”

Allen, my mind offers. “No.”

The cop picks up on my one-second hesitation because they're trained to do that. What I didn't expect was Noose's subtle acknowledgment of the same thing.

Tension that had been building suddenly begins to dissipate. “My ex-boyfriend, Allen Fitzgerald?”

The cops exchange another look. “Yes?”

“What can I do to arrange a restraining order against him?”

They tell me.

I'm going to do that the minute I get out of here.

I should be scared of Trainer because he's a murderer.

But Allen scares me more.

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