Shit. I ran from window to window trying to get a better view. I couldn’t go outside because Reed wasn’t back yet. Wait, maybe he’d come in and I’d missed him. I darted to the empty kitchen and back to the front when he didn’t magically appear.
I had to do something.
But I promised Reed I wouldn’t leave.
I also couldn’t let her get away.
Shit.
I slipped on my shoes by the front door. Reed was going to kill me.
If Selene didn’t get me first.
I grabbed the recorder off the table and hit the on button before stepping outside.
“Selene, wait!”
19
I jogged toward Selene with my hand in the air and called her name again. “Selene!”
She turned back from the curb like she just remembered her name. “Elenore, is everything okay?”
Her eyes watched at me, but she looked like she was focused on something far in the distance. If I wasn’t a hundred and ten percent sure she killed Lisa and Casey, I’d call it grief. But serial killers didn’t grieve for their victims.
Probably.
I wasn’t a hundred percent sure on that part of it, but I’d Google it later.
“No, everything is fine in the rental. I just wanted to see if you are doing okay after losing Casey,” I said and stared at the giant, hard-sided suitcases beside her.
She shook her head and swallowed. All signs of a killer trying to avoid jail time. “I’m going to stay with Samantha for a while. She doesn’t want me to be alone right now.”
Oh, that actually made sense. Samantha was so sweet. It’s just too bad she had a killer for a sister.
“Is she in the city?” Hopefully close enough that when I put the clues together against Selene, the police could pick her up quickly. I positioned myself between her two suitcases to make it harder for her to leave.
If this was my last chance to talk to her, I had to make it worth it.
She nodded at my question. “She’s on the south side. I can’t handle all the memories in this place. It’s too much. Casey is everywhere.”
It was his house, but I didn’t say that part out loud.
And I bet the memories of her dead boyfriend haunted her. She probably had an Edgar Allen Poe heart under the floorboards thing going on in there.
“I’m sure,” I said, trying to fake some sympathy toward her. “Who will watch the house while you’re gone?”
“I can’t even think of that right now,” she said, her head on a swivel. She was overplaying the grief if you asked me. She even sniffled right on cue, and I swear she had tears in the corners of her eyes.
It wasn’t polite to cry over the man you killed. Was she this upset when she knocked off his mother?
A blue Honda Odyssey pulled up to the curve. They had a Lyft sticker in the corner of their front windshield. Selene turned toward the car and gave the driver a quick wave. He got out and opened the back door.
Shit. I had to move.
I repositioned myself in front of her big case. The driver walked around the van and pulled the first suitcase toward the back. I scanned the road in both directions, hoping I’d see Reed walking home. He’d save me.
How did I keep her here and get her to confess to killing Casey at the same time?
