Razor Edge: Razor Trilogy Three (Razor Thriller Romance Novella Book 3) by Nadine Doolittle Page B
Authors: Nadine Doolittle
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Joel in that
moment. I could only seen Wilma, her blonde hair, the blue raincoat and a knife
stuck in her chest. Whatever I wanted to believe about the father of my baby,
it was becoming harder and harder to sustain.
As for me, I would finally leave Razor
mansion and Daniel behind. I didn’t know where I would go or how I would live
but I couldn’t live here. He would never separate himself from Joel and I
discovered I didn’t like being a third wheel.
Me , the baby and the violin would ride off into the sunset.
I stood at the window in Joel’s apartment
musing over my future. Night had fallen over the redwood forest. A thin mist
was curling at the base of the trees.
Incredibly, as I watched, a blonde wearing
an electric blue raincoat emerged from the forest, stopped and then stared up
at the window.
My hair stood on the back of my neck. Wilma
was only a decoy.
I was looking at her killer.
I took the private elevator downstairs and
exited the mansion through the side door, moving noiselessly around the house
to the low stone wall. The woman in blue was there, waiting for me. She turned
and walked away with a slow deliberate step as though she expected to be
caught. I dropped back, adjusting my pace, and followed her as she disappeared
into the wood.
I was deep in the forest, shrouded in mist,
when I realized I was stupid not to have told Daniel where I was going. I
didn’t hear the person behind me until it was too late.
The blow struck the back of my head. The
force was not heavy enough to knock me senseless but it was enough to knock me
off my feet. I never got a look at my attacker. I was gagged, bound and a
blindfold placed over my eyes before I had a chance to fight back.
And then someone was carrying me through the
forest. I was dumped into a panel van and the door slammed closed. Seconds
later, we were moving through traffic, further and further away from Daniel.
They had killed Wilma. Whoever had taken me
was going to kill me too.
*
DANIEL FOLLOWED the passageway, listening
for Joel’s footsteps in the shadows. First he checked out the cell where his
brother had been held but there was no sign of him.
He had left the flashlight behind in the
kitchen. Joel didn’t need a light shining in his eyes when he found him. The
tunnel was dark but light spilled from the exit at the far end. His father had
told him it led to the coach house.
“Danny?”
His skin prickled and his brain swam with
relief. “Yes Joel, I’m here. It’s safe to come out now.”
Joel emerged from the shadows, covered in
blood.
Daniel held up his hands so as not to
frighten him. “Everything is going to be okay. I’m going to take care of this.
You have to tell me what happened. The truth. All of
it.”
His stepbrother’s expression was odd, his
movements trancelike. He blinked as though coming out of a fugue state. Daniel
had seen this before but never so severe.
Joel looked at his hands and broke down,
crying. “She’s dead. Alexandra killed her.”
“No, buddy, your mom died in 2001. It was
only Wilma. She was posing as Alex to get to you. You acted in self- defense .”
“I didn’t kill her. I didn’t. She told me I
did, but I know I didn’t. Danny, I’ve got the proxy here in my pocket. I’ve
signed it. It’s yours. I can’t live like this anymore. She wanted me to leave
with her and I almost did. I was going to meet her in the kitchen and when I
got there—she was dead. She lied to me again—I told her I would go with her.
Nobody had to get hurt.”
“You’re not making any sense. You were
going to go where with who?”
“Alexandra. She asked me to fetch the proxy
and we would run away. She said she would help us fight Carsten .”
Daniel shook his head, trying to get
through to his brother. “You were tricked into believing Wilma was your mother.
Alexandra wouldn’t help us cross the street. They used post-hypnotic
suggestion. Wilma eavesdropped on your sessions with Dr. Welland
moment. I could only seen Wilma, her blonde hair, the blue raincoat and a knife
stuck in her chest. Whatever I wanted to believe about the father of my baby,
it was becoming harder and harder to sustain.
As for me, I would finally leave Razor
mansion and Daniel behind. I didn’t know where I would go or how I would live
but I couldn’t live here. He would never separate himself from Joel and I
discovered I didn’t like being a third wheel.
Me , the baby and the violin would ride off into the sunset.
I stood at the window in Joel’s apartment
musing over my future. Night had fallen over the redwood forest. A thin mist
was curling at the base of the trees.
Incredibly, as I watched, a blonde wearing
an electric blue raincoat emerged from the forest, stopped and then stared up
at the window.
My hair stood on the back of my neck. Wilma
was only a decoy.
I was looking at her killer.
I took the private elevator downstairs and
exited the mansion through the side door, moving noiselessly around the house
to the low stone wall. The woman in blue was there, waiting for me. She turned
and walked away with a slow deliberate step as though she expected to be
caught. I dropped back, adjusting my pace, and followed her as she disappeared
into the wood.
I was deep in the forest, shrouded in mist,
when I realized I was stupid not to have told Daniel where I was going. I
didn’t hear the person behind me until it was too late.
The blow struck the back of my head. The
force was not heavy enough to knock me senseless but it was enough to knock me
off my feet. I never got a look at my attacker. I was gagged, bound and a
blindfold placed over my eyes before I had a chance to fight back.
And then someone was carrying me through the
forest. I was dumped into a panel van and the door slammed closed. Seconds
later, we were moving through traffic, further and further away from Daniel.
They had killed Wilma. Whoever had taken me
was going to kill me too.
*
DANIEL FOLLOWED the passageway, listening
for Joel’s footsteps in the shadows. First he checked out the cell where his
brother had been held but there was no sign of him.
He had left the flashlight behind in the
kitchen. Joel didn’t need a light shining in his eyes when he found him. The
tunnel was dark but light spilled from the exit at the far end. His father had
told him it led to the coach house.
“Danny?”
His skin prickled and his brain swam with
relief. “Yes Joel, I’m here. It’s safe to come out now.”
Joel emerged from the shadows, covered in
blood.
Daniel held up his hands so as not to
frighten him. “Everything is going to be okay. I’m going to take care of this.
You have to tell me what happened. The truth. All of
it.”
His stepbrother’s expression was odd, his
movements trancelike. He blinked as though coming out of a fugue state. Daniel
had seen this before but never so severe.
Joel looked at his hands and broke down,
crying. “She’s dead. Alexandra killed her.”
“No, buddy, your mom died in 2001. It was
only Wilma. She was posing as Alex to get to you. You acted in self- defense .”
“I didn’t kill her. I didn’t. She told me I
did, but I know I didn’t. Danny, I’ve got the proxy here in my pocket. I’ve
signed it. It’s yours. I can’t live like this anymore. She wanted me to leave
with her and I almost did. I was going to meet her in the kitchen and when I
got there—she was dead. She lied to me again—I told her I would go with her.
Nobody had to get hurt.”
“You’re not making any sense. You were
going to go where with who?”
“Alexandra. She asked me to fetch the proxy
and we would run away. She said she would help us fight Carsten .”
Daniel shook his head, trying to get
through to his brother. “You were tricked into believing Wilma was your mother.
Alexandra wouldn’t help us cross the street. They used post-hypnotic
suggestion. Wilma eavesdropped on your sessions with Dr. Welland
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