Chapter Sixteen
Asher
“Today we take my beast,” I said to a grumpy-looking Echo as she hopped out of her car that was parked behind the bar.
She looked at me with a death glare that promised a fight, but none came.
She relented, and I motioned for her to walk ahead toward the shiny, red Camaro so similar to her black one.
“My engine is bigger,” she stated in a cocky tone.
“I’ll show you something that’s bigger,” I teased, trying to keep the mood around us light. She laughed and opened the driver’s side door.
That just wouldn’t do.
“My car, I’m driving.” I stepped into her space, but before I could kiss her silly for trying to sit in my spot, she huffed and stomped off to the passenger side.
“Bad night?” I asked. She seemed a little more uptight than normal.
“Nightmares,” she grumbled, and we left it at that. I could imagine she was taunted by those horrid memories of her parents often. I would be. My parents were both happy and living among our people, running a small martial arts studio for the kids. I hadn’t known suffering like she had, and I knew it had taken its toll on her in ways I could only imagine.
She told me where our first stop of the day was—Amanda’s church. She helped the pastor’s wife in the daycare for a few hours every day.
The kids were out playing on the playground as we walked into the main building, looking for Sarah, the pastor’s wife.
The city church wasn’t too large, but it was nice on the inside.
Echo introduced herself and me to a small woman who was typing away at a computer at their welcome center, then asked about Sarah. The woman smiled at us and gestured for us to follow her.
“She’s outside with the kids.”
We walked outside with her, and she talked with a heavyset woman with blonde hair and green eyes. She was dressed in several layers for the encroaching winter, but all in all had a good vibe about her. The front desk girl stayed behind to help with the kids while Sarah walked over to us.
"Hello, I'm Sarah Burke. How can I help you today?" Her energy was easy and kind.
"My name is Echo Cross Seahill P.D., and this is my civilian partner Asher Lee. We have some questions for you about Amanda Johnson." Echo was completely in detective mode right now.
Sarah's expression grew completely solemn.
"Have you figured out who did that to her?" Her voice was starting to quiver, the emotions clearly about to break past her emotional dam.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, we haven't, but that's why we are here. Can you tell us about Amanda? Was she dating anyone? Would there be anyone that would want to harm her?" Echo tried to get Sarah to focus, but the woman was starting to lose whatever cool she had put on for the kids outside.
"She was an amazing woman. Kind, sweet, and a true young lady of faith. It was just so awful." Tears started to fall onto her cheeks, then she wiped them away on the sleeve of her jacket.
"So, you don't know of any issues someone might have had with her?"
"No. She broke up with her boyfriend a few months ago, but they remained friends. He works at the restaurant with her. I don't recall them having any fights during their relationship."
"Thank you for your time. If you think of anything else, please give me a call." Echo handed Sarah a business card.
"She deserved so much better than this." Sarah started to turn around to go back outside when Echo asked if we could take a look around.
"Of course. We will help however we can to catch her killer. Would you like a tour?" Sarah's tears seemed to be slowing.
"That would be nice," Echo answered, and Sarah went about showing us around the church, introducing us to any person that we encountered. Nothing seemed out of order to either of us as we walked around.
"This is my husband’s office. He's away for the week, visiting his mother down in California. I stayed behind to keep the church running until the weekend, when he will return."
