Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Between Folsom’s ability to hack anything, anywhere and Kobe’s ability to find anyone, anywhere, she was quite easy to lock down. Sunny and I showed up at the hotel room that she’d rented for a night under a fake name.
She opened the door with an unsurprised look on her face, as if she’d only been counting down the minutes before someone showed up to apprehend her.
“It was worth it,” she said stiffly.
I looked over at Sunny, who produced a set of handcuffs. “Let’s go.”
She came easily.
And it was weird as fuck to walk with her to Sunny’s police car because she acted as if she were going on a trip, not going to the police station.
When we got her into an interrogation room, Sunny instructed me to stay outside while he went about interrogating her.
It was weird looking at her.
She was an older version of Morrigan, and I knew in a few years, Morr would look exactly like her.
She didn’t look bad at all. In fact, she was quite attractive for a crazy lady.
My phone rang, and I picked it up without looking at the readout.
“Hey,” Morrigan breathed. “Did you find her?”
“We did,” I confirmed. “I’m at the police station now. Sunny has her in an interrogation room. Want to listen?”
“No.” She sounded grossed out. “I’ll talk to you later. Bowie and I are going to get lunch. He’s asked about my turtleneck about a hundred times.”
I grinned, seeing my reflection slightly in the glass. “Love you, baby. Be careful.”
She hung up, and I got back to work listening to Sunny interrogating Morrigan’s mother.
“Why did you attack your daughter?” Sunny asked, skipping right to the good part.
“He is obsessed with her,” she whispered. “He’s going to hurt her. I just thought I could do it less painfully.”
Less painfully.
I closed my eyes as the implications tore through me.
“What happened?” he asked, mirroring my thoughts. “What do you know?”
“I’ve been doing my best to keep an eye on him throughout the years,” she explained. “I come by once a month. Go through his things. Make sure that he’s being good, I guess. But the last few times I’ve come, he’s become overly obsessed with all things Morrigan.”
My stomach sank.
“He was never going to leave her alone,” she promised.
It was then it hit me. Even in her fucked-up way, Morrigan’s mother was trying to protect her from the man that meant her harm. She wasn’t right in the head. She wasn’t even able to look after herself. Not after what was done to her over the years. But even then, she was still trying to protect her in the way she thought would be the best way.
First, by trying to take them out of the picture before they were even born, to keep them from having to endure their father’s ways. Then, later in life, when she realized that her father was obsessed with her.
Granted, there were other ways she could’ve gone about it, but still, in her own way, she was trying to watch out for her child.
My phone rang, and I answered it again without looking at it.
“Hey, it’s Folsom. Is Sunny with you?” she asked.
“No.” I paused and knocked on the glass. “Do you need him?”
“Yes,” she said.
Sunny came out and jerked his chin up at me, silently asking me what I needed.
“He’s here,” I said.
Folsom immediately started in on what she’d found.
“According to her history,” Folsom said into the speakerphone, “she’s always had bouts of lucidity paired with her manageable schizophrenic episodes. The prescriptions are helping her manage it for the most part. But that’s why she still lives with her parents, according to the medical documents I hacked into that I’m now reading.”
Sunny pinched the bridge of his nose, as if he was trying to unhear that last part.
“Her phone made several stops today,” she said. “One at your house, Aodhan, and one at her father’s. And, just sayin’, but there was a page out of that house about ten minutes ago. The wife called in a heart attack.”
I looked at Sunny.
He cursed under his breath, then pulled out his own phone and made a call.
It was confirmed ten minutes later that Morrigan’s father died at a county hospital of a heart attack.
And likely the woman behind the plexiglass was responsible for said heart attack.
Well, shit.
CHAPTER 23
S’mores before whores.
-T-shirt
MORRIGAN
One would think that learning about your father dying would be a really bad day.
Honestly, other than my mother trying to choke the life out of me, it was a really great one.
Why?
Because I had the best day with Bowie, and an even better night with Aodhan after Bowie went home.
It started with lunch at a fresh sushi restaurant where we ate so much sushi that we left practically rolling our way out the door. Then we went to buy some clothes, where we raced our little mall-rented scooters throughout the mall.