VENGEANCE BLIND by Willett Anna

Author:Willett, Anna
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: THE BOOK FOLKS bestselling crime thriller and suspense publisher
Published: 2018-11-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

There was very little to pack, a few T-shirts and some dirty underwear. Most of Guy’s possessions were in the bathroom. After his phone call with Andy, he’d woken the girl in his bed. Her name he learned was Candi with an ‘i’. After some fast talking and a promise to call her when he flew back to New Zealand, he managed to get her out the door. Now alone and with midnight approaching, he scooped up his collection of skin care products, and dumped them in his shaving bag.

The bathroom was spacious with floor to ceiling marble tiles and a triple jet shower. Nice set-up, but probably the last he’ll see of such luxury. His phone shrilled from the bedroom and for the first time in hours, he thought of Belle. She’d asked him to do something, but the headache he’d woken up with that morning had grown from a buzz into a drill and his thoughts were stilted and as bleary as his eyes.

Before zipping up the shaving bag, he rummaged around and found a strip of paracetamol. Popping two, he tossed them back with a handful of tap water. Scrubbing his hand over his mouth, he straightened up and despite his efforts to ignore it, the phone continued to peel out its strident call.

“Now what?” He answered without registering the number on the display.

“Guy?” At the sound of Belle’s voice, relief floated out of the quagmire of misery he’d been wallowing in since lunchtime. He needed her, which was one thing about his life he’d never doubted. He’d leave this lonely place and go back to Belle; she knew how to make everything all right. He’d go back to her and find a way to make everything good again.

“Hi, babe. I miss you so–”

“No. No, sorry.” She spoke rapidly now. “It’s Bethany.”

Guy’s legs were unsteady. He let them fold under him and dropped back onto the bed. Belle’s sister wouldn’t be calling unless something was wrong. For a heartbeat, the hotel room vanished and he was back in his agent’s office, back in the moment when he got the call about Belle’s accident. “Bethany, what’s wrong? Has something happened?” He had trouble catching his breath.

“No.” Her voice was so like her sister’s it was eerie. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I know it’s late in New Zealand, but I can’t get hold of Belle and…” He could hear her taking a breath, steadying herself. “I just wondered if you’d spoken to her today.”

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to remember the exact time he’d last spoken to his wife. “I talked to her at lunchtime.” It was now close to midnight, so almost twelve hours ago. Why hadn’t he thought to call her and check-in? “What time is it there?”

There was a pause before Bethany spoke. He could imagine her face, so like Belle’s, only without the softness. Bethany would be judging him, counting the hours since he’d last spoken to his wife. His wife who was recovering from a serious accident.

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