Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
It’s actually a good plan.
“Someone could wait in her room while she goes out, or by her car, or anywhere that this person is bound to show up. All we need is a face ...” Addison nods, impressed with herself.
“It’ll be me waitin’ in her room,” Spike hisses, fists clenched. “And when that fucker enters, I’ll take his fuckin’ head off.”
“Then we have a plan,” I say, before anyone else can argue. “I need to figure out who this is.”
“Tell us what you have already,” Jackson encourages.
I tell them everything we have managed to figure out, and as they listen, I can see their brains ticking over.
One thing seems to stand out to Spike, something I hadn’t considered. “Someone was harrasin’ Cheyenne.”
I tip my head to the side. “That’s what mom said. She said that this person was really bothering her and it was scaring her but I think it was a student ...”
“What if it wasn’t?” Serenity throws in. “What if it was a powerful, married man and she got herself tangled up just like Alyssa did. What if this isn’t about Alyssa at all ...”
I frown, never having considered that, but as I think more about it, it makes sense.
“Mom said the man attended the school, so I don’t think it’s possible.”
“Cheyenne lied, if she was seein’ someone she shouldn’t have, she might have made up an excuse so she could go and be with him,” Spike points out.
Gosh.
Have I been thinking about this all wrong?
“Do you think the person they are talking about is Cheyenne and not Alyssa?” I whisper. “Is this some kind of revenge on me because of what happened to her?”
Addison’s eyes widen. “Oh my gosh. It makes so much sense when you think about it. Cheyenne went with Spike, and you were the one who introduced them. If this person was obsessed with her, he might consider that you were the reason Cheyenne died ...”
“It was so long ago,” I whisper. “Why now?”
“Because you’ve shown up in town and this person finally has a chance,” Jackson mutters. “You’ve sparked an old feeling, and whoever this psycho is, is playing on that feeling.”
My heart skips a beat, and I look to Spike. “Did she ever say anything about a man who was strange before she was with you?”
He thinks on it. “She did mention someone that she was seeing before me, but she said they were out of the picture. She only mentioned that this person stalked and harassed her, even trying to abduct her when she ended it, but to be fuckin’ honest, I thought she was lying. Cheyenne was good at makin’ shit up.”
He has a point. Cheyenne liked to exaggerate, but what if in this case, she was actually telling the truth.
I didn’t pay a great deal of attention back then.
That’s when things went weird and I distanced myself from them. Spike and Cheyenne left not long after they got together, and I suppose whoever this was, stewed on that for all these years and me showing up has sparked some kind of insane rage in him. What I don’t understand is who the hell is it?
“I’ll look more into Cheyenne’s time at the school, see if I can figure anything out. Mom still has a heap of her stuff in boxes. I’ll go through it, maybe I’ll find a diary entry or some kind of information on this man.”
“I’ll come with you this week,” Serenity offers. “I’ll help.”
“Me too!” Addison chimes in.
“We’ll put eyes on your car, your dorm, and any other location you go,” Jackson nods. “We’ll figure out who this fucker is.”
Gosh, I hope we do.
I really hope we do.
“WE NEED YOU TO COME down to the station to speak about the case involving Alyssa.”
I stare sleepily at the police officer at my door, who woke me from a much-needed sleep in. I rub my eyes, trying to clear my vision and figure out what the hell is going on. Spike steps up beside me, shirtless, Mercy in his arms, and judging by the look on the officer’s face, he’s giving him an expression that is less than impressed.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice still groggy.
“There has been some new evidence in the case, and we need to speak with you again.”
I look to Spike, who hasn’t taken his eyes off the officer standing before me.
“What did you find?” he orders, his voice gruff.
“We can’t discuss that with you.”
“Like fuck you can’t.”
I reach out, curling my fingers around Spike’s arm. “It’s okay. I’ll go. I won’t be long.”
I get changed and follow the officer to the station in Spike’s truck. There is no way I’m getting in his. Spike told me as I was getting dressed not to say a fucking word, no matter what they presented to me. I nodded in anxious agreement and followed the officer.