Romantic Thriller: Only Time Will Tell – A Romantic Suspense and Romantic Mystery Book: (Thriller Romance, Suspense, Mystery Romance, Suspense Romance) by James Kipling Page B
Authors: James Kipling
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and left.
“Do you ever regret what you did?”
“No,” she said evenly. “I probably should, but she took away my only friend and someone’s son. She deserved what she got.”
They were silent for a moment as the waitress brought their drinks and took the rest of their order. She let Dean choose from the menu since he knew the different dishes. He ordered the same for the two of them.
“Well, well, Chelsea Preston, you’re quite a woman. I certainly would not want to be your enemy.”
“I hope you understand better why I became a cop and why solving my parents’ murder is so important to me.”
“I certainly do, and if you’ll accept my offer, I’ll certainly like to help you.”
The time went by quickly as they discussed the ins and outs of the Thompson case and what else they needed to do in trying to bring everything together.
The food was hot and spicy, but delicious and as they got ready to leave, Chelsea could not remember feeling so good for a long time. Dean was turning out to be a real friend - someone she could talk to and unburden herself without feeling self-conscious. This might be part of what she was missing all these years when she kept everything bottled up inside, refusing to come out of her shell or to let in anyone.
Chapter Eight
The walls we build around us to keep the sadness out also keeps out the joy. ~ Jim Rohn
As they were leaving the restaurant, she had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her. She glanced around, but no one stood out. Maybe it was her imagination. But that did not make her feel any less edgy. Criminals were good at concealing themselves in the public. They acted like regular people when, in reality, they were not. They were the masters of disguise and knew how to trail a person, unseen and undetected.
Noticing her edginess, Dean asked, “Is everything all right?”
Giving him a somewhat embarrassed look, she said, “Yes. I just…never mind. I am perfectly fine.” She lied.
As they approached the car, she heard her phone ringing. Fishing it out of her pocket, she noticed that it was a blocked call.
Remembering the threatening call she had received in the morning, she hesitated, then answered in her most belligerent voice.
“What do you want?” she barked.
“Someone is just a little too tense wouldn’t you say? I would suspect someone on a date would be a little calmer and probably happy.”
Immediately, she swung around, scanning the street and the faces of people passing by. Perhaps he was in a car across the street.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
She remained silent.
“I want you to back off this case. Ashlee Thompson died because she too did what your parents did.”
This touched a nerve. “My parents were upstanding citizens and would never have associated with scum like you.”
She listened as he chuckled on the other side of the line. “You never really knew your parents then, did you? Do me a favor Preston, stay away from the Ashlee Thompson case.”
“No, I won’t.”
“That is fine then. I do hope you enjoy the present I left you in your apartment. Just know I can get to you as easily as I got in… again, I’m warning you, back of the Thompson case. If you don’t, you’re likely to end up like your parents. You’d better listen to what Justin Quincy said to you today!”
Chelsea was shaking, but tried to put on a brave front.
“I will find you, you beast! You can’t hide forever and I won’t back off and I’m not afraid of you!”
“You should be. Your parents most certainly were. If you proceed, it will be your funeral, not mine,” he said, and with a click the phone went dead.
She turned and nearly collapsed in Dean’s arm. Her face was deathly pale and her she was trembling.
“What is the matter, Chelsea?”
“Ask the Department to send a SWAT team immediately to my apartment, I think something has happened or is about to.”
Noting the condition she was in, Dean took over
“Do you ever regret what you did?”
“No,” she said evenly. “I probably should, but she took away my only friend and someone’s son. She deserved what she got.”
They were silent for a moment as the waitress brought their drinks and took the rest of their order. She let Dean choose from the menu since he knew the different dishes. He ordered the same for the two of them.
“Well, well, Chelsea Preston, you’re quite a woman. I certainly would not want to be your enemy.”
“I hope you understand better why I became a cop and why solving my parents’ murder is so important to me.”
“I certainly do, and if you’ll accept my offer, I’ll certainly like to help you.”
The time went by quickly as they discussed the ins and outs of the Thompson case and what else they needed to do in trying to bring everything together.
The food was hot and spicy, but delicious and as they got ready to leave, Chelsea could not remember feeling so good for a long time. Dean was turning out to be a real friend - someone she could talk to and unburden herself without feeling self-conscious. This might be part of what she was missing all these years when she kept everything bottled up inside, refusing to come out of her shell or to let in anyone.
Chapter Eight
The walls we build around us to keep the sadness out also keeps out the joy. ~ Jim Rohn
As they were leaving the restaurant, she had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her. She glanced around, but no one stood out. Maybe it was her imagination. But that did not make her feel any less edgy. Criminals were good at concealing themselves in the public. They acted like regular people when, in reality, they were not. They were the masters of disguise and knew how to trail a person, unseen and undetected.
Noticing her edginess, Dean asked, “Is everything all right?”
Giving him a somewhat embarrassed look, she said, “Yes. I just…never mind. I am perfectly fine.” She lied.
As they approached the car, she heard her phone ringing. Fishing it out of her pocket, she noticed that it was a blocked call.
Remembering the threatening call she had received in the morning, she hesitated, then answered in her most belligerent voice.
“What do you want?” she barked.
“Someone is just a little too tense wouldn’t you say? I would suspect someone on a date would be a little calmer and probably happy.”
Immediately, she swung around, scanning the street and the faces of people passing by. Perhaps he was in a car across the street.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
She remained silent.
“I want you to back off this case. Ashlee Thompson died because she too did what your parents did.”
This touched a nerve. “My parents were upstanding citizens and would never have associated with scum like you.”
She listened as he chuckled on the other side of the line. “You never really knew your parents then, did you? Do me a favor Preston, stay away from the Ashlee Thompson case.”
“No, I won’t.”
“That is fine then. I do hope you enjoy the present I left you in your apartment. Just know I can get to you as easily as I got in… again, I’m warning you, back of the Thompson case. If you don’t, you’re likely to end up like your parents. You’d better listen to what Justin Quincy said to you today!”
Chelsea was shaking, but tried to put on a brave front.
“I will find you, you beast! You can’t hide forever and I won’t back off and I’m not afraid of you!”
“You should be. Your parents most certainly were. If you proceed, it will be your funeral, not mine,” he said, and with a click the phone went dead.
She turned and nearly collapsed in Dean’s arm. Her face was deathly pale and her she was trembling.
“What is the matter, Chelsea?”
“Ask the Department to send a SWAT team immediately to my apartment, I think something has happened or is about to.”
Noting the condition she was in, Dean took over
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