THE BLACK DOOR
J.L. MASSEY
THE DOOR SERIES BOOK 2
~*~* EXCERPT *~*~
The only conversation in the car was letting me know which turns to take. Left. Straight. On ramp. Off ramp. Right. On ramp. I had driven for nearly an hour before I noticed we weren't going anywhere. Deciding I had enough, I pulled into a gas station and turned to look at him.
“What’s your name? Your real name?” I asked him.
“Are you into real names now? Tell me, should I keep calling you Rebecca. Or maybe Becca? What about Miss Young or Mrs. Turner? Or the almost Future Mrs. Williamson. There was another in there, too. Can’t remember but it doesn’t matter, does it? It’s just a name.” My skin felt tight as he talked about me. He knew me.
I had no clue who he was, and he knew me. “Nice parking, by the way. Right in front of the video camera. Now if I raise the gun, it will be recorded. But then again, to shoot you, I don’t need to raise my hand. A bullet will go through the seat just fine.”
“What do you want from me?”
“Everything. Nothing. I don’t even know. You are the golden egg. So many promises can be filled for you, but I can’t decide which one to pick over the others.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Of course, you don’t. They probably have not told you shit about the investigation. Do you know who is all involved?”
I shook my head. Knowing some but not wanting to give him information he might not have.
“Alex, Mitch, Calvin, Colby, Josh - or Sledge as you know him - Adam, Diana, even Jackson to some degree is involved. More, too, but those are the guys you know. And you know your parents helped out before, so why wouldn't they be helping now?”
I watched him waiting. Wanting to know what else he knew.
He kept going. “They are all sharing information trying to track down Robert and whoever else is involved.” He stared at me waiting for some reaction he thought I should have.
I said nothing.
“I thought you were a smart girl, Rebecca. What information do they have to go over? What did they recover from the cabin? From Mark’s house? From the warehouse? Probably from the Williamson’s?”
“I don’t know. DNA samples.” I was fighting to keep my breathing normal. I had been free for ten months now. Ten months and I was finally finding me again. I didn't look over my shoulder constantly. I wasn't afraid of facing Robert anymore. I wasn't scared of the truth coming out and being arrested for the deaths I had caused as an act of mercy.
“Rebecca, you’re thinking like a nurse. Think like a detective for a minute. What would the guys working the scenes find at those places that they would have to spend hours reviewing?”
“I don’t know. There were body fluids and blood, and all kinds of stuff with DNA.” I wiped at my eyes trying to stop the tears.
“Right, but what else. What about Mark’s house? The Williamson’s? What about the room for auction?”
“There was a staging area and chairs. A mic and…Oh, God. No.” I sucked a breath. It hurt like tiny little needles.
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