serious. I called the man who’d hit Onyx and reassured him she’d be okay. And I asked him more about the man he’d seen. The description was so vague. Black pants. Black short sleeved shirt. Longish, dark hair. Maybe five-feet-eight or so. Not much to go on even if we did call the police.
Putting the Jeep in park, Steph and I just sit there, both too tired to open the doors and get out.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” Stephanie says for at least the thirteenth time.
“I know. It’s crazy.”
“I’m so glad she’s okay.”
I smile. She’s said that at least a hundred times. I reach over and grasp her hand.
“Come on. Let’s go inside.”
Grabbing our food, I head to the back door and the closer I get, the more uneasy I become. The hair stands up on the back of my neck and my breath comes in little shallow gasps.
“Are you okay?”
I try to shake it off, but can’t stop myself from glancing around, suddenly sure someone is sneaking up on us. I feel them. Someone is watching. Waiting. I can feel their eyes on me.
My fear transfers to Stephanie, and her eyes grow wide and her chin quivers as she looks around as well. Does she feel what I feel, or is she just picking up my vibes? Before I can ask, she grabs my arm and hustles me to the back door. Soon, we’re in and have re-set the alarm.
“Do I need to call the police? Or Ken? Gage?”
“No!” I say the word too fast, too loud. She looks at me, still worried, unconvinced. I soften. “I’m sorry. I’m just so wound—“
I nearly poop my bikini bottoms when my phone vibrates in my hand. Stephanie squeals in response to my squeal and I sink to the floor, my heart pounding so hard my vision pulses with each beat.
“Hello,” I say as naturally as I can into my phone, rolling my eyes at Steph who is still holding a hand over her heart.
“Beth Richards?”
I look at the caller ID again. “Yes, this is Beth.” I shake my head at Steph. No, I don’t know who it is , that shake says.
Stephanie tosses our dinner on the counter and grabs her phone before sitting on the floor beside me. I know what she’s doing. She’s going to record my call with her phone. I tap the speaker button so she can record the entire conversation.
“Miss Richards, this is Agent Ellen Grimes, I believe we’ve met before.”
I glance up at Steph. “Yes, Agent Grimes. I remember. What can I do for you?”
“I understand that you were with Gage Larson last night at Red Rock. Is that correct?”
I swallow. “Yes, that’s right.”
“If you don’t mind, Agent Ramsen and I have a few questions regarding the discovery last night. Do you mind if we stop by later this evening?”
I sag. “Sure. Do you need my new address?” I rattle it off when she says yes. A moment later, she hangs up.
Looking up at Steph, she doesn’t look as haunted as I imagined she would. She’s gotten so much stronger over the past year. Ghost has appeared and is butting her head against Stephanie’s leg, wanting a good scratching. Steph picks him up and holds him to her face.
After a few minutes, Steph stands and holds her hand out. I take it and she drags me up. “You go shower and I’ll get the food ready.”
“Are you okay?” I ask her, really worried that she might be having some type of post traumatic experience from all that happened last year. She’d been put through hell. Exposed. Tortured mentally and physically.
She swallows and then pastes a bright smile on her face. “Yes. And you’re fine too.”
I nod and she takes me in her arms for long, comforting hug. Who needs a man when you have a best friend?
Chapter 11 — Gage
“You missed a spot,” I tell Ken, pointing out the mud above the back wheel well.
He shoots me a look. “First punctual, now anal? What’s getting into you?”
“You. Your old-man-ness is rubbing off on me, I guess.” He’s only a year older than me, but I love giving him hell.
Every man in the station is working his ass
Putting the Jeep in park, Steph and I just sit there, both too tired to open the doors and get out.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” Stephanie says for at least the thirteenth time.
“I know. It’s crazy.”
“I’m so glad she’s okay.”
I smile. She’s said that at least a hundred times. I reach over and grasp her hand.
“Come on. Let’s go inside.”
Grabbing our food, I head to the back door and the closer I get, the more uneasy I become. The hair stands up on the back of my neck and my breath comes in little shallow gasps.
“Are you okay?”
I try to shake it off, but can’t stop myself from glancing around, suddenly sure someone is sneaking up on us. I feel them. Someone is watching. Waiting. I can feel their eyes on me.
My fear transfers to Stephanie, and her eyes grow wide and her chin quivers as she looks around as well. Does she feel what I feel, or is she just picking up my vibes? Before I can ask, she grabs my arm and hustles me to the back door. Soon, we’re in and have re-set the alarm.
“Do I need to call the police? Or Ken? Gage?”
“No!” I say the word too fast, too loud. She looks at me, still worried, unconvinced. I soften. “I’m sorry. I’m just so wound—“
I nearly poop my bikini bottoms when my phone vibrates in my hand. Stephanie squeals in response to my squeal and I sink to the floor, my heart pounding so hard my vision pulses with each beat.
“Hello,” I say as naturally as I can into my phone, rolling my eyes at Steph who is still holding a hand over her heart.
“Beth Richards?”
I look at the caller ID again. “Yes, this is Beth.” I shake my head at Steph. No, I don’t know who it is , that shake says.
Stephanie tosses our dinner on the counter and grabs her phone before sitting on the floor beside me. I know what she’s doing. She’s going to record my call with her phone. I tap the speaker button so she can record the entire conversation.
“Miss Richards, this is Agent Ellen Grimes, I believe we’ve met before.”
I glance up at Steph. “Yes, Agent Grimes. I remember. What can I do for you?”
“I understand that you were with Gage Larson last night at Red Rock. Is that correct?”
I swallow. “Yes, that’s right.”
“If you don’t mind, Agent Ramsen and I have a few questions regarding the discovery last night. Do you mind if we stop by later this evening?”
I sag. “Sure. Do you need my new address?” I rattle it off when she says yes. A moment later, she hangs up.
Looking up at Steph, she doesn’t look as haunted as I imagined she would. She’s gotten so much stronger over the past year. Ghost has appeared and is butting her head against Stephanie’s leg, wanting a good scratching. Steph picks him up and holds him to her face.
After a few minutes, Steph stands and holds her hand out. I take it and she drags me up. “You go shower and I’ll get the food ready.”
“Are you okay?” I ask her, really worried that she might be having some type of post traumatic experience from all that happened last year. She’d been put through hell. Exposed. Tortured mentally and physically.
She swallows and then pastes a bright smile on her face. “Yes. And you’re fine too.”
I nod and she takes me in her arms for long, comforting hug. Who needs a man when you have a best friend?
Chapter 11 — Gage
“You missed a spot,” I tell Ken, pointing out the mud above the back wheel well.
He shoots me a look. “First punctual, now anal? What’s getting into you?”
“You. Your old-man-ness is rubbing off on me, I guess.” He’s only a year older than me, but I love giving him hell.
Every man in the station is working his ass
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