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Got this down.
And I wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Sheesh.
Finally, hear the telltale whoops and blares of sirens, brakes squealing on my driveway. Jeez. I’m glad I didn’t need to be saved. An entry that loud would have gotten me killed immediately, giving the fucknut bleeding all over my floor time to escape.
Jackasses.
I am curious when they burst through the doors, using my peripheral to see them training their guns on the air in front of them. How do they know he’s here?
I proceed with my blank stare act, waiting.
“Holy shit,” someone says, but I remain in shock, staring ahead.
How long do I have to do this?
My eyes are burning from how wide I’m holding them open. “Plemmons is in the living room,” a loud voice booms.
I don’t move my head, but I see him kneel as another man keeps a gun pointed on the Boogeyman.
“Clear.”
“Clear.”
“Clear.”
The voices continue chirping the same word from all around my house. I remain a statue.
“Dead,” the guy kneeling says, then grabs the radio hooked to his shoulder. “Dispatch, Plemmons is dead. The house is clear.”
He clicks the radio, speaking into it again, repeating his words.
“What the hell?” he asks.
Apparently that jammer does more than just disable cell phone signals.
“I don’t know. Mine isn’t working either. Neither is my phone. Don’t disturb the scene. This is a fed case. Clear the house until they get here. They’re already chewing our asses for taking thirty minutes longer than we were supposed to. How was I supposed to know the guy isn’t just overly paranoid? They had us knee deep in an unmarked graveyard, all hands available.”
“Miss?” the guy prompts, coming closer, not responding to the sulking douchebag whilst I pretend to be a sad little girl in shock.
He carefully touches my wrist, and I jerk.
“Shhh,” he soothes, prying the knife from my hand and handing it back to another guy who wraps it and puts it in an evidence bag. “You’re safe, Ms. Myers.”
His voice is so gentle, and I have to keep a straight face to keep from smiling at him in appreciation for his genuine concern.
Something rattles from behind us, a loud thump thump thump, and I turn around without thinking as they draw their weapons, aiming it at the coat closet in the room.
My heart is in my ears as they jerk the doors open, and all the color drains from my face as Hadley struggles on the ground, likely thumping the door with her head.
Her muffled sounds reach my ears as my eyes land on the duct tape on her mouth.
I take it back. I remember now what it’s like to be afraid, because the fear is etching up my spine, rising steadily higher and higher. They’ll load me full of bullets before I can get away. There are at least fifteen cops in my house right now.
I also don’t have to fake being frozen in shock either. Nothing on my body is working, so even if I wanted to run, I couldn’t.
Her eyes fix on mine, but she looks away when they start unbinding her feet and freeing her hands from the cuffs. As soon as her hands are free, she starts peeling the tape off.
And I get stiffer by the second, praying against all odds that she’s been unconscious this entire time. I mean, it’s possible. She hasn’t made a sound until now.
As soon as her mouth is free, she starts rubbing her wrists as they help her to her feet. She wobbles, and one offers her support, clutching her under the arms.
“I’m Agent Hadley Grace,” she tells them firmly when they open their mouths, probably to get her identity.
All mouths close at once, and the guns lower.
“I came to check on Ms. Myers after learning patrol had been pulled away,” she lies, the fib rolling off her tongue effortlessly.
She came to find something on me.
She just did.
Like every stupid fucking idiot in the movies, I showed my hand of cards, let the words roll out of my mouth to a man I knew would never be able to tell a soul. I totally did an evil monologue, for fuck’s sake!
I did it to taunt him.
I did it to strip him of power.
I didn’t know I was being watched.
She gauges me long and hard.
“What happened?” an officer asks.
She directs her attention to him.
“I was upstairs, clearing the house after I realized the door was unlocked. He hit me from behind, and he tied me up so he could wait on Ms. Myers to get home. He wanted me to watch. He wanted me to see what would happen to me when he was done with her.”
Her eyes turn back to mine, and something silently passes from her to me, though I’m not sure what.
“Ms. Myers fought back. She got lucky. Even threw some things at him,” she says, causing that shock inside me to expand. She gestures to the shattered remnants of the lamp and the broken disarray of the small end table that he threw at me. “She caught him off guard enough for him to drop the knife. Somehow she managed to get it before him, and she turned just in time. He ran right into it.”
She continues to study me, as I try to figure out what the actual fuck she’s doing right now. Why is she covering for me? Is it just so she can save the truth for her team instead of giving the arrest to the cops?
“Pure. Dumb. Luck,” she says, practically quoting my words from my earlier taunt.
Unsure of her motives, I remain frozen.
“Definitely lucky,” one guy agrees.
Hadley’s lips twitch as she looks away. “I’ll call my guys.”
My stomach tilts, growing more nauseated by the second. She lifts her phone, then frowns. But then looks at his body. “There’s a remote in his pocket. I…saw it earlier.”
Sicker and sicker.
I hate this game she’s playing right now.
“We can’t touch anything on the scene until the feds get here,” one guy says, and she arches an eyebrow.
“I am a fed.”
“Until your-“
“Where the fuck is everyone? Why isn’t anyone answering their damn phones?” Logan’s voice has me snapping my head to the door.
“Lana!” he shouts, the clear sense of panic in his tone.
“Here!” I call out, my voice cracking sincerely. I’m not sure what Hadley’s about to do, and the tears that are in my eyes are real.
It may be the last time he ever looks at me with anything but horror and disgust if she tells him who I really am.
His wild eyes find me, and his entire body visibly relaxes as he charges across the room, not even noticing the bloody body before he grabs me, crushing me to him.