My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I hadn’t had any real food to eat today, besides my Oreos.I walked into the kitchen and was rummaging through the fridge when I heard a knock on the front door.I paused, freezing as I debated whether to run and hide or to be brave and face whoever was on the other side of the door.
I grabbed the knife I had left out earlier after the cop left and clutched it at my side as I walked to the door, stopping suddenly when I saw who was there.Her blond hair was unmistakable as she shivered and looked around, stepping back from the door as she waited for someone to answer it.
I set the knife down and rushed over, pulling it open as a gust of cold air rushed in.
“Lisa?What are you doing here?”I asked.
I hadn’t talked to her since the day I called her to let her know I’d left town and that I didn’t know when or if I would be back to work at the salon.
“Hey, Poppy,” she said with a warm smile, her jaw chattering as she struggled against the cold.“Mind if I come in for a few?It is freezing out here.”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, stepping back to let her in before closing the door.“But why are you here?”
I was so confused because it wasn’t like Lisa and I had been super close.I worked for her, but we were never what I would callfriends.Not that she wasn’t a nice person—she was.We just never crossed that line with me being her employee.
“I came to check on you,” she said, the features on her face shifting slightly as her fingers fidgeted inside the sleeves of her puffy coat.
“Oh.Well, that was nice of you...”
Then it hit me.
I never told Lisa where I was when I called her.She specifically told me not to.
“How did you know I was—”
In the blink of an eye, she reached her hand into her coat pocket, pulled out a syringe, and then jammed the needle into my neck.I gasped as my mind and heart raced, the fear washing over me as quickly as whatever she had just injected into my system.
A malicious grin spread across her face as she finger-waved at me before everything went black and I hit the floor.
Thirty-Two
Patrick
“FUCK!”Gage growled, leaning forward in his seat as he stared at his phone.
“What’s wrong?”I asked, glancing at him before returning my attention to the road.It seemed the storm was fully upon us now, with heavy blankets of snow falling around me.Visibility had decreased to pretty much nothing, so I had to hope and pray that I could see enough to find the main road back to the inn.
