She killed those who loved her.
“Listen,” Henry leaned forward. “You are tormented with your decisions because you know she’s doing this for a reason, and you don’t want to stop her because she is doing the world a service. If you want to stay on the right side of the law, then you can, but you know she’s doing what we can’t. You could…simply look the other way.”
“If I don’t trust the justice system, I would lose everything,” I admitted. I’d leant on the system for years, to stabilize me. I’d given up two marriages for this damn job, and to put it at risk for one woman who I knew couldn’t possibly love me back…was crazy.
“You want me to give you an answer that will save you both and I can’t do that,” Henry said. “By the sounds of it, she’ll never be taken alive. By pursuing her, you end her life but keep your job. By looking away and following fake leads, you keep your job and your conscience is free.”
“Is it though?” I asked.
“Is it ever free? The justice system put me in here even though those who locked me away knew I was right. It works for those with money, and influence. There’s no one that is truly innocent. Not even O’Leary.”
The door opened and the guards signaled our time was up. Henry was pulled to his feet and walked out. He turned back right before I got to the door.
“Trust your gut,” he called out to me.
Feeling even more confused than before I came here, I headed out of the prison gates and to my car. Speeding down the highway, I got to my apartment and hit my fist on the wheel out of frustration.
Nothing had ever torn me up this badly before.
Nothing.
I got out of my car and headed up the path to the front door of my apartment building when I heard someone behind me.
Turning, I felt dread wash over me as I saw Mimi, her face red with tears, coming up behind me.
“What are you doing?” I asked her. “I told you to stay away from me. Give me fucking space, Mimi.”
I looked around, hoping she didn’t have eyes on me.
“I’m fighting with Kemp, and I need someone to talk to,” she said. “Please, Kane.”
This was dangerous, if she knew what I was trying to protect her from…but I could never allow her to be this upset and do nothing about it.
“Okay, come in,” I said, ushering her into the door and up to my apartment. At least it would be a welcome distraction from all things Maurelle.
Chapter Eleven
Kane
Days later
The persistent buzzing in my ear was driving me up the wall. I've done three back to back shifts over the last couple of days. Today was my well deserved day off.
They could fuck right off.
Picking up the phone, I grabbed it to throw it across the room when I saw Mimi’s name. What the fuck?
I’d told her the other day she had to stop coming by, that we were divorced, and she needed to be happy with Kemp. Obviously, I hadn’t told her a serial killer would come after her but did I really need to threaten that?
I slid the answer button over.
“What is it?” I grunted.
The sound of sniffling woke me up.
“Kane…” her voice sounded as if she had been crying for hours, my name came out strangled and twisted.
“Mimi can’t come to the phone right now,” the familiar voice that haunted my dreams came through the ear piece. She chuckled, as if she thought the situation was funny. “She really does cry a lot. I can see why you divorced her.”
