What have I done? What did I do wrong? Are they mad at me? I’ve kept up my end of the deal.
I stay low and keep to myself. I still have no friends. Literally.
It doesn’t bother me. I’ve always been a loner. Not like I had a choice in how I lived my life.
But just because I’ve seen death all of my life doesn’t mean that when someone innocent dies, it doesn’t affect me. As coldhearted as I tell myself I am, I know that I’m not.
“When did you notice the body?” the man asks me as he writes in his notebook.
I cross my arms over my chest to protect myself from the night breeze. “However long it took you to get here.”
The homicide detective nods. “We’ll have to have you come to the station. So we can get a statement.”
“You mean interrogate me,” I correct him, and he finally glances up from his notebook. “You’re getting mystatementnow.”
“It’s standard procedure, miss.”
I shrug it off. They can run my fingerprints and swab the inside of my cheek. They can take a fucking blood sample. It won’t matter. I don’t exist. They won’t find anything.
He continues to ask me questions and writes things down as I watch the crime scene investigators look over the woman’s body that was dumped in the middle of the cemetery behind the cathedral. They’re gagging at the smell and how mutilated she is.
From what I can tell, she looks young. I could be wrong. I’ve seen enough bodies to know that she’s been dead for a while now. Her body decomposed. Probably left out for days in the sun at another location before she was dumped here.
It’s a threat. Even I can see that. No one is ever here. Someone wanted me to find her, but the question is, what did they want me to do with her? I know it wasn’t to call the cops. If this is a test, I’ve already failed.
Did they want me to bury her? Set her on fire? She deserved more than that. Her story isn’t going to end like that. She went through hell while she was alive and deserves some peace.
“Okay. Officer Anders will escort you to his car and take you to the station.”
The young officer walks over to join us, and I’m guessing he’s Anders. His dark eyes run over my skinny jeans, high heels, and T-shirt in a way that makes me want to roll mine. Lord or not, they’re all the fucking same.
“Am I under arrest?” I arch a brow.
The young officer places his hands on his duty belt and smirks. My eyes drop to his handcuffs, and I bet the bastard will try to place me in them. They think I’m just some dumb bleached blonde who has to obey their every word.
“Not at the moment, miss,” the homicide detective answers before turning to speak to the young officer in a hushed voice.
I remove my cell from my back pocket. I pull up the number of the only person I know can help me. “Hello?” he answers, yawning. “Eve?”
I woke him. “I’m headed to the station.”
“Huh?” He clears his throat, and I imagine him sitting up and turning on his bedside lamp. “Train station? Don’t be silly. Take the jet. I’ll call and have it ready for you. Where would you like to go?”
“Police station,” I correct him. “I’m going to be questioned regarding a dead body I found.”
“Don’t say a word. I’m on my way.” He hangs up, and I pocket my cell to see both men staring at me.
I’m not a suspect here, so I’m free to call whoever the fuck I want. “My attorney will meet us there.”
The younger one huffs, irritated because he can’t take advantage of the situation, and the older one nods. “Good. Good.”
Not really. My attorney will eat him alive. He’s a Lord, and they’re nobodies.
KASHTON
I haven’t spoken much to the guys other than when I returned and was in the office. I’m still keeping my distance from them. Nothing got solved, and they obviously don’t see an issue with what went down.Everything is fine with them now, Saint had told me.
Another bag of IV fluids later, and I’m back to myself. More determined than ever to get the girl.
