Chapter Thirty-Four
“You witch. Did you call the cops?” Tommy kicked the bathroom door and it slapped open.
“What are you talking about?” Cait backed herself into the corner, but Tommy yanked her by the arm.
“The house is surrounded by cops. I saw them from the upstairs window.”
“Looks like the jig is up,” Cait said, using Tommy’s cops and robbers slang. “Better turn yourself in.”
They both startled, as gunshots sprayed outside and the phone rang at the same time.
Tommy jammed the pistol into Cait’s bruised ribs. “Pick up the phone and tell them to get lost.”
“No.” She crossed her arms and nudged the gun from her side. “I’m never going to do what you say.”
“Then you’re not being very smart.” He picked up the phone. “Hello, Thornton residence, how can I help you?”
“Help!” Cait screamed and Tommy hung up.
“You’re going to be sorry you did that.” He put her in a chokehold with the gun pressed against her temple. “I’ve been in the pen, and I’d rather die than go back.”
“Then you should have kept your nose clean. You should have let us go when you had the chance.” Cait gritted her teeth to keep them from chattering.
The phone rang again.
“This time, you’re going to pick it up, and you’re going to tell them everything is okay. You came here with me willingly, and we’re having a private hook-up. You’re going to get them to go away because you have a dirty little secret you don’t want your loving family to know.”
“Our baby was not a dirty little secret,” Cait snarled at the monster who’d once been her friend. “The dirt is all on you for asking me to get an abortion.”
“Ah, but you got one, didn’t you?” He swept his hand across her belly. “Before you did, you made Brian Wonder marry you. Why?”
“I didn’t kill the baby. I lost it.” Cait’s head swirled with cold sweat. “I had a miscarriage.”
“Sure, after you paid to have it murdered. You couldn’t hold onto the suspense any longer, knowing Brian would divorce you once he realized the baby wasn’t his.”
“I did not have an abortion.”
The phone rang again. Tommy squeezed her cheeks together so hard they hurt. “Tell them they have the wrong house.”
He picked up the phone and held the receiver in front of Cait’s mouth.
“You have the wrong house,” she said.
“Cait Wonder?” the sheriff said.
“Yes,” she answered, even though her name was Cait Hart.
“Are you in danger?”
“Yes.”
“Is he armed?”
“Yes.”
Tommy grabbed the phone from Cait and slammed it down. “You witch. What were you telling him?”
“Nothing.”
