hadn’t known she was in trouble. All I could think about was if she had laid there dying as I plated slices of pizza. Could we have saved her? There was no way of knowing the answer to that question. Honestly, I didn’t know if I could live with the answer. I pushed back my emotions as best I could, noticing the strange way the female detective – Officer Patrick, I think she said her name was – looked back and forth between Hackett and Eamon, then back at me.
“What is it that brought you here?” Officer Patrick asked.
“We... well, I was here to meet with a client.”
“And Miss Charleston?”
“Meg is... was a lab technician on our team.”
“And who is your client?” She glanced towards Hackett and Eamon. “Then we will get to these two gentlemen.”
“My client is Sebastian Christakos… and these gentlemen are my research assistants,” I said, matter-of-factly, not liking the line of questions or the tone used in the delivery. I might be a newbie lawyer, but I wasn’t stupid by any means.
Obviously growing tired of my short, to-the-point answers to her questions, Patrick turned to Eamon and Hackett. She’d get no more from them than she did from me. Probably even less so. I stifled a laugh as she powered through question after question, getting vague answers that would take her nowhere. I had to give her an ‘A’ for effort. She was one tough woman.
Several hours later, the cops had gone and we… well… I had refused to remain in the house. We checked into a cheap motel just of the interstate. As tired as I was, I couldn’t sleep. So many questions and too few answers clouded my mind, keeping the sleep far away. Was Meg’s murder related to our case? If it was, why did the killer pick her? It didn’t make sense. The only thing she did was draw and test blood and various specimens. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Sitting up lightning-fast, I jumped out of bed, freaking out my personal mafia goons as I raced to my bags. I snagged the receipt from the blood work Meg had overnighted to Austin.
“That’s it!” I grunted, digging my phone from my purse and scrolling through the contact list. I clicked on Davis Jackson and waited.
“Haven?”
“Davis, Meg was murdered tonight. I think the real killer targeted her.”
“Oh my god! How? Why?” Davis asked his voice cracking as he spoke. “It would make more sense to come after the lawyers fighting for his freedom.”
“No. It makes more sense to target those that help procure the evidence to prove his innocence. If I’m right, then this case could get messy.”
“Yes, it could,” Davis agreed.
“Meg overnighted a blood sample to you this afternoon. Let me know when it arrives, and process it as soon as possible. Any luck with your family history search?”
“Not really,” Davis replied. “I’ve extended the search another hundred miles in all directions of the estate.”
“Good. We need to find the sibling… and soon. If he’s our killer, we will need proof of his existence to free Sebastian. I should be in Austin after lunch tomorrow. We can talk more then.”
“Okay.”
We said our goodbyes and I sat at the small table, trying to figure out what Sebastian’s parents might have done with the child. Why would they get rid of one and not the other? I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander through all of the details of the case, hoping and praying for an answer. But I got nothing. Yet.
Chapter Ten - Theron
“Just because two people look the same, doesn’t mean they have the same dreams.”
- Brandy Scraps
Jealousy is a fickle bitch. Just when you get a feel for what it is that drives it, it changes. It evolves into something else. It becomes something more than you could have ever imagined. Sometimes it takes days, weeks, or even years before it pushes you to act out the desires feeding your vengeance. That is what happened some six months ago. Longer than that if you count the many
“What is it that brought you here?” Officer Patrick asked.
“We... well, I was here to meet with a client.”
“And Miss Charleston?”
“Meg is... was a lab technician on our team.”
“And who is your client?” She glanced towards Hackett and Eamon. “Then we will get to these two gentlemen.”
“My client is Sebastian Christakos… and these gentlemen are my research assistants,” I said, matter-of-factly, not liking the line of questions or the tone used in the delivery. I might be a newbie lawyer, but I wasn’t stupid by any means.
Obviously growing tired of my short, to-the-point answers to her questions, Patrick turned to Eamon and Hackett. She’d get no more from them than she did from me. Probably even less so. I stifled a laugh as she powered through question after question, getting vague answers that would take her nowhere. I had to give her an ‘A’ for effort. She was one tough woman.
Several hours later, the cops had gone and we… well… I had refused to remain in the house. We checked into a cheap motel just of the interstate. As tired as I was, I couldn’t sleep. So many questions and too few answers clouded my mind, keeping the sleep far away. Was Meg’s murder related to our case? If it was, why did the killer pick her? It didn’t make sense. The only thing she did was draw and test blood and various specimens. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Sitting up lightning-fast, I jumped out of bed, freaking out my personal mafia goons as I raced to my bags. I snagged the receipt from the blood work Meg had overnighted to Austin.
“That’s it!” I grunted, digging my phone from my purse and scrolling through the contact list. I clicked on Davis Jackson and waited.
“Haven?”
“Davis, Meg was murdered tonight. I think the real killer targeted her.”
“Oh my god! How? Why?” Davis asked his voice cracking as he spoke. “It would make more sense to come after the lawyers fighting for his freedom.”
“No. It makes more sense to target those that help procure the evidence to prove his innocence. If I’m right, then this case could get messy.”
“Yes, it could,” Davis agreed.
“Meg overnighted a blood sample to you this afternoon. Let me know when it arrives, and process it as soon as possible. Any luck with your family history search?”
“Not really,” Davis replied. “I’ve extended the search another hundred miles in all directions of the estate.”
“Good. We need to find the sibling… and soon. If he’s our killer, we will need proof of his existence to free Sebastian. I should be in Austin after lunch tomorrow. We can talk more then.”
“Okay.”
We said our goodbyes and I sat at the small table, trying to figure out what Sebastian’s parents might have done with the child. Why would they get rid of one and not the other? I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander through all of the details of the case, hoping and praying for an answer. But I got nothing. Yet.
Chapter Ten - Theron
“Just because two people look the same, doesn’t mean they have the same dreams.”
- Brandy Scraps
Jealousy is a fickle bitch. Just when you get a feel for what it is that drives it, it changes. It evolves into something else. It becomes something more than you could have ever imagined. Sometimes it takes days, weeks, or even years before it pushes you to act out the desires feeding your vengeance. That is what happened some six months ago. Longer than that if you count the many
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