Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
It clicks.
That’s how he got my fingerprints on it.
All along, this was his plan?
To let me go down for this crime?
Oh, my god.
I look up at Sheryl and a tear rolls down my cheek as the reality of the situation sinks in. “My father asked me to pick up that phone and take it to him a few days ago. It was on the kitchen bench. He never asks me for anything. I should have known. I ... oh god.”
Sheryl nods, writing it down. “We need you to tell us anything you can. Anything at all.”
I go over everything with them again. The basement, my searches, everything I can tell them about Constance and what I’ve learned about her.
“We have retrieved your laptop, there are a lot of searches for Constance on there, which could be used against you,” Sheryl informs me.
“If you pay attention to those, you’ll see I was searching for what happened to her, I was typing in her name with my father’s. If I did it, why the hell would I need to know all of that. I know you don’t believe me ...”
“I never said I don’t believe you,” Sheryl tells me. “We’re just doing our job.”
So they do believe me?
“We’re requesting information from your father’s cameras and other personal information,” Quinn tells me. “He’s not happy about it, we’re hoping we’ll find something.”
“My brother,” I say softly. “He knows what happened. You need to talk to him.”
“We’ll be questioning him and your sister this afternoon. Your father is refusing to pay for a lawyer, but one can be appointed to you from the state,” Sheryl tells me.
I laugh bitterly and shake my head. “You know what, I don’t care. Just don’t let him get away with this.”
They talk to me for another grueling two hours, before finally letting me go back to my cell. We’re waiting to see if I’ll make bail before I’m moved to a bigger prison, a prison where I’m certain I won’t be treated nicely. If people think I murdered an innocent young girl, I’ll be slaughtered.
I lie on my bed, close my eyes, and for the first time in my life, I pray.
God dammit, let that piece of shit I call a father go down, just like he deserves.
Please.
Don’t let him get away with this.
13
I MADE BAIL.
My judge must have been in a good mood, because she ordered that I could be released on bail, but the conditions are that I have to check in twice a day, I can’t go near my father’s house, and I have to wear a god damned ankle monitor. Still, it means I get out of here until they can make their next move. The club pays the bail, without a second thought, and I’m processed and released from the prison.
Sheryl tells me she’ll be in touch and they’ll be investigating further, but at this stage me being charged with murder for simply having an evidence bag on me, isn’t enough yet. Not when there is so much other evidence pointing to my father. He’s trying his best, of that I have no doubt, and I’m no way near free, but at least I have the chance now to find a way to get him down for this.
I might not be able to go near him, but I sure as hell will fight until I’m locked up again.
I won’t let him walk away freely from this.
“Hey,” Remy says when I’m released from the prison. “Lookin’ pretty fine with that ankle bracelet.”
I flip him the bird. “I’m pretty much still confined to a damn cell, but at least I can help you all find evidence my father did this now.”
“You’re stayin’ with me, by the way.”
I blink. “Wait, what?”
“Gotta keep you safe, your father finds out you’re free and he might just do somethin’ stupid. We’re not riskin’ that. The garage is still within your boundary from my house, so it’s the best option if you want to get back to your life just a little.”
Dammit.
He’s going to make me cry.
I’m not a crier.
“I appreciate it, really.”
He shrugs. “I find prison girls sexy, somethin’ about their newfound toughness ...”
I laugh and shove his shoulder. “You just wait to see what I can do with handcuffs ...”
He chuckles. “Your friend has been lookin’ for you, I told him we were pickin’ you up today. Prison wouldn’t let him visit.”
I shake my head. “My friend?”
“Cowboy.”
“Oh,” I laugh. “Rhett.”
“Yeah, that guy.”
“He’s not just my friend, he’s my best friend, and you’re going to have to get along because I don’t do life without him.”
Remy looks at me. “Whatever, but I don’t have to be nice.”
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
We get into his truck, and I close the door, thankful to be out of there.
“Did Riggs find anything out?”
“Nothin’ yet, your father keeps things close to the chest, but we’re tryin’ to get hold of Becky. She’s MIA, but when we find her, she’ll be the first person we talk to.”